fuckboy mutual™: when case law wasn’t ready for how fucked your ops got.
like babe,
remember—
the law school 101
fucking basics?
figueiredo-torres v. nickel
licensed therapist
gets “awkward” with patient’s wife
mid-couples counseling,
tells the guy—
“maybe don’t touch your girl, king,”
and the court said, lol nah.
“yeah, you’re getting sued, fucking sicko.”
because even without
an ‘alienation of affection’ claim,
weaponizing a professional role
for personal gain
is still,
legally,
a whole-ass tort.
duh.
y’all know that, though.
🙃✨
shiiiiit.
but y’all?
lol
y’all made nickel
look like a fucking boy scout.
🤠🏕️
you blew that nickel shit
straight out of the fucking water.
let’s review:
✍🏻✍🏻✍🏻
nickel:
marriage counselor
conflict with wife,
gaslights husband,
sabotages him psychologically—
fuckboy mutual™:
y’all gave me?
fraud,
severe trauma,
and premeditated
fucking negligence
so comprehensive
it needs it’s own
goddamn coroner.
bruh. 💀
nickel didn’t get beat
in the head with
repeated blows
while pregnant.
he didn’t flee his house
with a newborn—twice.
he didn’t have to hide from a man
fucking with his goddamn wife
because that dude
was also
lethal, trained, and unstable.
my legal fuckboy™ girlies.
my boy nickel wasn’t punched
in the fucking head,
repeatedly,
hospitalized,
delivering a firstborn child,
with fucking two black eyes—
while you mfer’s onboarded
me for fucking
life insurance policies (!!!)
in a corporate-demon-trauma loop
where the side-piece
handled his fucking paperwork
and compliance
handed her a goddamn cookie 🍪
and a pat on
the fucking head.
👊🏻💥👊🏻💥👊🏻💥👊🏻💥
like be fucking serious (!!!!)
that shit’s bad.
👏🏿👏🏽👏🏻👏🏾👏🏼
nickel: inappropriate relationship in the shadows
fuckboy mutual™: fuck it.
let’s do a known “conflict”
handling a pregnant client’s
finances,
life policy,
infant’s insurance,
and medical files while
visibly aiding a dv perpetrator
and then?
lol’ing about
a fucking current conflict
while 50% of that shit
is under an
active felony fucking warrant
while the other half
actively stalks the fucking wifey…lol.
zero liability there,
LMFAO.
yo. jesus fucking christ.
how did you
fuck up this badly?
for real?
🏆 is this just the actual whole shitty-ass culture? 🏆
because my financial friends—
you don’t just beat nickel,
you lap his ass in felonious fckery.
this wasn’t a pathetic
love triangle.
this was
corporate-enforced endangerment.
✨🏆🏆🏆🏆🏆✨
babe.
oh. my. god.
y’all:
nickel didn’t almost die.
i did though.
nickel didn’t have a
whole ass fucking
”financial firm” give
his abuser legal claim
over every financial asset
controlled by his
work-wifey
post-fucking-assault.
i did—
because damn—
you designed
the fucking system
that made it happen
and then told me,
months later,
that the rep
“was close with my husband”
while i’m telling you—
i have a
fucking protective order?
…
and then stole
two of three
of the policies—
dissolved my infant’s policy
so you could double commissions—
off a dv survivor—
while i was vigorously
fucking paying for
all three?
holy shit. ✨
you didn’t just
watch me almost die.
✘ you capitalized on it.
✘ you billed me for it.
✘ you lapsed that shit on purpose—
✘ you let some random
desperate-ass chick
run life policies—
on my near-death-experience
while your golden boy
who’s industriously,
repeatedly, attempting my homicide—
got listed as fucking beneficiary…
and that’s the only shit that stuck?
✨🏌️🏌🏻✨
(yo—is this not, a whole-ass fucking murder plot?)
because babe—
nickel was disgusting.
fuckboy mutual™ was deadly.
nickel broke a heart.
fuckboy mutual™
nearly broke a body—
nearly got a baby fucking killed.
nickel didn’t assign
his victim’s policies
to her abuser—
via the fucking
financial office downgrade.
fuckboy mutual™ did.
💀🔪💔
y’all don’t just
surpass figueiredo-torres.
you fucking annihilate it.
🖤
the precedent was betrayal.
you added
assault,
fraud,
concealment,
and financial homicide by proxy.
✍🏻✍🏻✍🏻
🖤 the nickel standard:
don’t fuck your therapy patient’s wife
🖤 the fuckboy mutual™ upgrade:
where compliance is optional,
but familicide is forever. ✨
💫
