the named defendants ✨
🗂️ lowe v nm: liability clown bingo 🔥
aka: why each one of you
insidious motherfuckers✨
gets dragged
into my lawsuit
like it’s a
group project from hell.
🔥🔥🔥
💫🤡🎪
📍nj-narrated edition:
🤡 ✨
ross
bro.
you “allegedly” ✨
dragged me into
that fucking denver office
like it was a goddamn career
timeshare pitch.
you knew i was pregnant.
you knew i was scrubbing toilets
to bankroll this wannabe advisor.
you high-fived him for ubering in
on my dime when
his car shit itself.
you stood there,
smiling,
goofy as hell—
when my due date
was on a fucking powerpoint.
meanwhile,
several other reps
zoomed in
comfy at home,
while my dude drove
an hour and a half
to pretend
he had a mfk’ing career.
you knew he was broke.
you knew i was footing it.
and you didn’t say
one goddamn thing.
not even when y’all said
”hi!
third trimester
pregnant-ass wifey”—
at those holiday parties,
at the end?
huh?
not even a courtesy:
“hey girl,
you’re clearly being
set up for financial ruin—
don’t buy him a car,
he’s literally doing zero
fucking business—
my guy is an actual liability.”
nah.
🤡 ✨
trisha
my girl, lol.
summer sit-down,
remember?
you “allegedly” ✨
dissected
my entire financial future
like it was a frog
in fucking bio class.
you specifically knew—
the high fucking risks
combat + medical shit + financial strain
told me flat-fucking-out
family law pays like 100k.
knew straight up
my husband
was a financial drain.
told me he should definitely
fund my law degree
with the GI bill.
that near-end-finance-bro-era?
he fucking renegged ✨
then he quits
a month before i give birth.
and you all?
you roll me into policies
under his office girlfriend?
like—
what kind of sick
fucking joke is that?
and hey,
if i’m not mistaken—
you introduced yourself
as my husband’s direct
fucking superior,
so where tf
were you?
🤡 ✨
christie
lol.
“allegedly” ✨
compliance, right?
except you weren’t
compliant with
a god damn thing.
2025 rolls around
and my new rep
literally tells me
there’s an open conflict—
between my ex-rep
and my legal fucking husband.
open venmos.
open payments.
all while i was being abused.
(on fucking record—
FRO disclosed to your own rep)
and your office LAUGHED.
when i sent you
emergency notices?
you forwarded me
to corporate
like i was fucking spam.
told them
not to respond to me.
ignored me for months.
i was still your client.
still in danger.
still begging.
but you looked away.
🤡 ✨
katie
“allegedly” ✨
the “new advisor.”
except not really.
opened your
“welcome email”
and “what’s up zoom”
directly implying
you knew
my abuser + prior rep✨
and had insider knowledge
of my personal fucking
relational dynamics—
and hers?
with my
legal
goddamn
fucking
husband (!!!!)
and idk who tf you even are?
bro—that standard?
or just reserved—
✨special-levels of disrespect✨
for your
ex-colleagues’
abuse + exploitation targets?
girlie—
you really slid in
post the office sheriff
apparently fucking dipped—
acting like
i magically
✨“only owned one policy”✨
after you
just fucking
admitted (!!!)
i paid for all three—
under a fucking FRO—
that were clearly
fucking ✨onboarded (!!!)
with a rep
who had a conflict
with my fucking husband—
while i was in labor—
that you laughed about?!
💀💀💀💀
like cute trick,
except i had y’alls
payment records, ✨
and email communications ✨
proving i paid all three—
and i was led to believe
they were definitely mine
while in the fucking hospital.
you let my infant’s policy lapse.
you pushed me to start a new one—
under your fucking commission
after i said i had 700-fucking-dollars (!)
you lied about my rights.
you called it fucking “hostile”
directly after—me
putting in fucking writing
”dv” + “food stamps” + “escape”
holy shit. 🤡🤡🤡🤡
you ignored my disclosures.
and when compliance blew me off?
you sat there silent,
still pretending the mess
wasn’t your problem.
newsflash: when you knowingly profit
off fraud + abuse,
that makes you part of the
fraud + abuse. ✨
you weren’t an advisor.
you were a closer.
🤡✨
jess: the office bestie
the whole-ass “alleged” ✨
clown herself.
let’s be precise here:
you built your little
“sheriff & deputy” role
off my abuse.
you absolutely
and intentionally
(✨considering
the
zero
fucking
transparency
or communications
directly
with me
fucking
ever✨)
cut me out 💀🔪
of my own finances.
and my own fucking
marriage—
while pregnant
& postpartum—
you worked policies
through my unemployed
husband 💔💀🔪
while i was in labor.
you came into my home.
held my baby.
never brought me flowers.
never gave me your number.
kept texting him
while i was being strangled.
kept sending him money 🚗
while stalking my abuse posts.
and when i started
asking fucking questions?
after you surveilled me
for fucking months?
you ghosted.
you ran.
you deleted your
fucking social accounts.
like a ✨potentially✨
scared
guilty,
gross-ass
side hoe. 🤡🙃
true coward shit.
and hey—
i fucking trusted you 💋🔪
🤡👑✨
brandon: my legal husband & babydaddy
self-explanatory. 👑
walking red flag military parade.
✨ allegedly:
abuser,
fraud,
fucking parasite.
💋💋💋
xox
🤡🎪🏌️🏌🏻✨
northwestern denver office
all of you
allegedly✨
let this fucking happen.
you let a pregnant woman
bankroll her abuser,
in plain sight—
let an office fling
be her “financial rep,”
let abuse
fucking escalate
while your advisors,
stole my premiums—
changed beneficiaries
and fucking reps
with
zero. fucking. notice.
falsely lapsed (!!!!!!!)
my fucking infants
life policy mid-emergency
and tried to
charge me
AGAIN
for a goddamn
brandnew one,
with no fucking refund.
gave my abuser’s policy?
to a fucking ghost
who wouldn’t fucking respond
to your entire office—
after i just
fucking paid.
that’s calculated,
that’s bad shit.
🤡🎪🏌️🏌🏻🏌️🏌🏻✨
corporate
you had my restraining order.
you had notice of an active fucking warrant.
you had proof of payments.
you had the timeline of potential fraud.
you knew the safety risk—
you had the fucking venmo payments
you had screenshots of her
continuously fucking monitoring me
and still
you had the balls
to write back
with generic corporate bullshit.
for…months?
while doubling the fuck down—
that the policies
still weren’t mine?
zero transfer,
zero refund,
zero response
to anything regarding
the 100+ pages of documentation
i fucking forwarded
mid-emergency.
yo!
complete and utter fucking silence
while i begged for help.
after
you told me
you forwarded me
to fucking legal
in writing.
✨🖕🏻✨
conclusion:
you are all ✨seemingly✨
fucking liable.
my exhibits are your own records.
you fucked me over
while i nearly died.
and now you’re all defendants.
🤰🥊💥💀💰💰
you formally-fucking-engaged me
under the entire fucking premise—
of being
financial fucking professionals
then watched✨
while my husband
used your firm as a tool to:
financially-fucking-exploit me,
openly-betray me,
and fucking beat me
for catching-the-fuck-on
—right under
your own
goddamn supervision,
while you laughed.
y’all just
miscalculated that i was
too weak,
too broke,
too abused—
to file this fucking lawsuit.
you bet wrong.
💫
& btw—
that is so
fucked up.
✨🖕🏻✨
