when they lock me out of insider info ✨about my own private life✨ …🤯 damn.
(a professional slow-motion gaslight by fuckboy mutual™)
girl,
i’m just venting
into the fucking void.
✨
honestly—
it’s crazy to me,
that i know that
people are watching
me spiral,
trying to figure this shit out,
while knowing fucking more
about my personal life—
than i do.
yo.
🤯✨
you know how
fucking invasive
that shit is?
because
really—
there are actual
financial professionals
that absolutely know
more material facts
about shit—
involving my intimate private life:
that
i
can
not
confirm—
than i do.
🤯✨
cool.
that’s fucking great.
and look:
i just have one
teeny,
tiny,
dainty-ass,
federally-protected question:
who authorized changes
to my financial products
while i was mid-crisis,
postpartum, and on the run
from the man
you assigned to the
financial death benefit
buddy system?
🤯✨
no?
nothing?
not even a
"let us pull the file immediately"?
not even a
“this might be a problem”?
oh,
okay.
then let me say this slowly
in the legally-enforceable
language of girlhood:
you are fucking insane.
🤯✨
because yo,
let me get this straight.
y’all positioned
this girl as my financial advisor.
gave her access to
my accounts,
my insurance,
my child’s life,
my husband,
and my medical files,
then quietly removed her
and now you…
can’t tell me why?
🤯✨
nah.
run that back.
you had her handling
life insurance enrollment
while i was pregnant
with the child
she later watched on instagram.
and now i’m sitting here
asking basic fucking questions like:
✨💖 who changed the ownership?
✨💖 who switched the beneficiary?
✨💖 when did she leave my account?
✨💖 who authorized it?
🤔
and y’all are giving me
CIA press conference energy
like i asked for
nuclear launch codes?
bro,
what?
and you ask me,
why i think—
this shit,
seems off?
bro,
because of your conduct—
ongoing
fucking
conduct.
🤯✨
meanwhile,
you know
my account got
jacked the fuck up mid-emergency.
policies started disappearing.
paperwork went ghostmode.
premiums i was paying suddenly…
stopped applying?
oh yeah,
absolutely—
makes total sense,
in a fucking
con conspiracy.
are we seeing this?
but yeah.
no answers.
no timeline.
no internal record
of why the person
you assigned to my finances
dipped mid-fraudulent collapse.
🤯✨
bro,
is this the fucking
divinci code?
like,
why are you acting
so fucking shady?
that’s normal?
in what world?
you really think
it’s funny, huh.
to sit in meetings,
watch me panic-ask
for help in writing,
and act like:
“wow. sorry!
no idea.
that’s not our responsibility.
we just let people
run your life
without
documenting anything.
lol.”
are you okay?
because this
isn’t just unethical.
it’s fucking insulting.
you’re pretending
this is complicated
when it’s literally recordkeeping.
you have e-signatures.
you have form history.
you have billing trails.
you have fucking transfers.
and you’re out here like:
“unfortunately
we can’t confirm who removed you
from the policy you paid for
that we silently restructured
while your husband
fled the state.”
🤯✨
sweet.
love that for me.
and by the way —
i see you watching me.
on my website.
on my instagram.
on my linkedin.
on my court dates.
you know more
about my
fucking relationship timeline
than i do.
you’ve seen more
financial crossover than i have.
you know
what day she dipped
and why.
and instead
of just telling me the truth
— like a normal compliance function —
you’re playing
hide and seek
with my trauma.
that’s not a glitch
in your system.
that’s intentional cruelty.
so yeah.
i’m glad
you all know more
about my life
than i do.
🤯✨
must be fun.
must be relaxing
to hold the answers
while you watch me
connect the dots
in fucking public
and cry in private
and sit through
legal meetings
begging you
to just
stop fucking bullshitting.
but sure.
no comment.
keep watching though.
✶✶✶
really hope that
one day,
i have as much—
insider information
about my own life
as the people
who orbit
my life insurance documents.
dope.
