💥 duty → 💥 breach → 💥 causation → 💥💥💥 damages 💵💰💳
imagine this:
i just delivered,
head covered in bruises,
c-section still freshly bleeding,
and a financial rep
is in my condo
holding my newborn
like an anti-trophy wife audition—
while running my money
through her wannabe office-boyfriend,
drafting policies in his name,
while he’s unemployed,
draining my fucking accounts,
and cutting me out—
the actual payor—
out of
my own
baby’s life insurance
(!!!!!!!)
yo.
that’s not “bad optics.”
that’s fucking fraud.
baby, that’s punitive territory.
they:
ㄨ pushed e-sigs while i was in the ER
ㄨ billed me for policies they knew were already invalid
ㄨ rewrote beneficiaries to my abuser’s estate without notice while i was under FRO
ㄨ told me “we’ll make sure you’re paid up” five days after my policy flatlined
ㄨ took my bank details and still didn’t update my active policy
ㄨ gagged their own reps once i asked questions
ㄨ and then had the balls to call it “reasonable administration.”
no, babe.
it’s called theft.
and i have the invoices,
the ACH pulls,
the emails,
the lapse dates—
all of it.
💀 the receipts aren’t vibes.
they’re blood-stained policy numbers.
they’re compliance failures
stamped with my abuse timeline.
they’re policy correspondences,
i never fucking had.
click the link
to see the
legal fucking timeline:
👉 the paper trail
because
nah—
you don’t
get to fuck me over,
steal my money,
and hand
my baby’s life policy
to a potential fucking felon
that refuses to respond—
(because you actually let that
shit intentionally lapse)
and then act like
i’m the crazy one.
lol.
no.
you’re the fraud.
and i’m the fucking reckoning.
✶
💸🤑💰
