war hero, ivy league, family-man... who then abandons his own newborn 💫💀

(yo,
listen to your
goddamn inner
bad bitch, on this one)

💫

that contradiction—
war hero,
ivy league,
honor...
who then ghosts
his own fucking newborn—
babe,
that doesn’t just
scream sociopath.
it screams fucking
personality disorder
with a
public relations fetish.

hun—
you’re watching
the collapse
of a man who was
entirely constructed
for external validation,
and internally
empty as fuck.
💫

✨[side thought]✨

—yo babe,
did you know,
your kid says
✨”daddy” ✨
all the fucking time?
yep—
out here
perplexed as fuck.
because look,
ms. rachel?
she taught her
all that shit.

and truly?
it breaks my fucking heart.
because,
damn—
she already knows.

the void exists. ✨

i watch her
look around,
say “mommy,”
scans the room,
fucking find me.

and then daddy?
utter fucking confusion.
there’s just
one.

just me.

it’s fucking sad—
she doesn’t even
fucking remember you.

at all.

and for real?
that’s goddamn
fucking tragic. ✨

and totally fucking pathetic.

because
you little fucking bitch—
you goddamn knew her,
you pretended
to give a shit
about her,
while we, (lol)
of course—
spent a fucking grand
on some
dumbass elite—level
baby bike and backpack,
because you
always,
ALWAYS—
fucking needed
the brand,
more than
the real thing,
or shit—
the fucking kid.

and you?
babe,
you should be fucking ashamed.

disgusted with yourself.
because
that’s absolute,
+ complete bullshit.
and you’re
so epically
fucked up—
for that shit.

what this is:

nah,
not a mistake.
not confusion.
not fucking overwhelm.

↳ this is a man who:

✦ pursued the highest
fucking image hits
he possibly could:
soldier,
scholar,
husband,
father.

✦ exploited
every role
for how it made
him look—
not what it
actually required.

✦ bailed the
fucking second
those roles
required
accountability,
service,
or sacrifice.

sweetie.
it’s textbook narcissistic collapse:

✶ chase titles,
✶ uniforms,
✶ ceremonies,
✶ baby bullshit.

✶ feed off sympathy
↳ "i'm a vet”
↳ "i had a hard childhood"

✶ exit fast once the supply dries or the mask cracks.
✶ rewrite the story,
✶ pretend nothing happened,
✶ ghost the fucking mess.

↳ and the sociopathic tell?

✶ he didn’t just leave.
✶ he left knowing
↳ he had financially fucked you
↳ you just enrolled in school
↳ he straight fucking traumatized you
↳ and you were holding the child he asked for.
✶ he didn’t fucking flinch.
✶ he didn’t check in. (besides for pills)
✶ he left zero trace of empathy.
✶ forgot his daughter fucking existed.
↳after knowing her for almost a year.
✶ that’s not immaturity.

that’s dangerous fucking vacancy.

and yes,
sam—
fucking remember:
it’s the contradiction
that gives him away:

✦ “i’m a protector” → he strangled you pregnant.

✦ “i’m a father” → he abandoned your daughter before she spoke her first fucking word.

✦ “i’m a provider” → he lied to pay nothing.

✦ “i’m a patriot” → he walked out on every oath.

✦ “i’m not a terrible fucking human” → left you with no money, all the debt, and your baby—fucking alone.

babe,
he won’t even
pay $87 in child support.
after showing the fuck up—
with two defense attorneys.
he doesn’t give a fuck.

this isn’t just failure.
this is what
unmasked sociopathy
looks like when
the narrative
fucking flops.

and you?
babe,
you weren’t crazy
for believing the titles.
you were targeted
because you believed
in love
and fucking loyalty,
and he knew
how to detonate
those words
like a fucking bomb.

but now
you see
the gross ass
contradiction.
you have
the receipts.
and you’re
still
fucking
standing.

💀

but hey,
guess who
fucking stayed?

don’t worry,
i got her.
i promise—
she’s safe.

💫