true crime, but make it peer-reviewed 👨🏻🔬🧪🥼📈🧠📚
aka: “statistically speaking, he was gonna kill me”
lol. bro.
i didn’t make this shit up.
this shit is straight out
the research. 👨🏼🔬🧬
the nerds wrote it.
not my thesis, babe.
i’m just here like:
oh dope,
they documented
my attempted murder arc. 🖤
2022. peer-reviewed. government-grade receipts. 📂💉
i just lived the fucking case study they wrote in advance. lol cool.
🧪🥼📈🧠
let’s go the fuck in; the research motherfuckers:
exhibit a: the trigger
“partner’s actual or suspected infidelity was a precipitating factor in a substantial proportion of intimate partner homicides.”
translation: cheating isn’t “closeness.”
cheating is a loaded gun with your name
already on the goddamn bullet.
one side-piece = one fucking body bag.
💀🔫 the girl math is girl murder.
exhibit b: pregnancy = prime risk
“women who were pregnant at the time of the homicide were disproportionately represented in cases involving male partner infidelity or jealousy.”
me: building a human.
him: building his little office-fraud.
translation: my uterus was the fucking kill switch. 🔪💔
🍼🚨 pregnancy belly = fucking target practice.
exhibit c: financial wipeout
“economic control and deprivation were frequently documented in conjunction with jealousy and infidelity as escalating dynamics.”
when he starves you out + cheats?
that’s not “bad with money.”
that’s fucking foreplay for a crime scene.
💳📉 translation: broke, bitch. but make it a homicide prelude.
exhibit d: the escalation ladder
“homicide incidents often followed patterns of escalating physical violence:
strangulation,
blows to the head,
or staged ‘accidents.’”
my diary, not theirs:
spit in my face.
smothered me repeatedly.
slammed me into the floor.
jumped on my stomach.
manual strangulation.
squeezed the fucking scream out of me
like a goddamn juice box.
translation: not random abuse.
literally the warm-up act before the murder.
🩸🥤 he set that shit up. i survived, barely.
exhibit e: the mistress multiplier
“third-party involvement significantly increased the likelihood of lethal outcomes.”
the dumb-bitch factor.
her “auntie” selfie with my baby
wasn’t fucking quirky.
it was motherfucking gasoline
on a goddamn grease fire.
she thought she was
in a goddamn rom-com.
turns out?
bitch was cast
as the homicide accelerant.
🤡🔥 homewrecking is now a felony accessory, babe.
exhibit f: the national numbers
“between 30% and 50% of female intimate partner homicides in the united states are linked to infidelity, jealousy, or abandonment.”
translation: half the dead women you know?
same script.
different day.
still no justice.
⚰️📊 gossip girl shit but make it autopsy report.
the motherfucking verdict
this wasn’t “crazy wife vibes.”
this wasn’t “she’s dramatic.”
this was the lethal algorithm
cemented into the goddamn data:
infidelity + financial deprivation + pregnancy + escalating violence = homicide risk on god mode.
they wrote the cheat codes.
he entered them.
i just didn’t fucking die
when the game told me to.
📂 [link: violence, homicide & infidelity study (2022)]
bonus round: footnotes no one fucking asked for
🔪 motives: men kill when women repudiate.
🩸 escalation: jealousy’s in 85% of files.
⚰️ targets: the second she finds out or tries to leave.
📊 premeditation: more than half starved her wallet first.
💔 culture: office calls it “awkward.”
🔥 pattern: babe. not random. not rare. it’s the fucking global default.
fucking translation:
this shit isn’t vibes.
this shit is structural.
fucking predictable.
absolutely lethal.
and the most ominous fucking part?
bitches thought this shit was funny.
💀🔪💔
