a senior-sponsored insurance orgy?? 📎❤️‍🔥 babe, the dick def wasn’t that good. 👉🏼👌🏼✨

hi angels.
slow clap for the
fucking insurance circus.

—

i gotta ask:

what the actual fuck
was going on in that office?
and don’t say “sales.”
because nobody was selling shit.

(✨👉🏼👌🏼❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥)

so again.
let me not jump to conclusions.
let me not say “sexual coercion” out loud.
let me not say “trauma-bonded coke puppet.”
let me just walk through the vibes:

not accusing.
not pointing fingers.

✨🌈✌🏻

but, 🫠
just doing some
✨light math✨
while y’all
hide behind counsel.

just running through
a lil equation i like to call:
why the fuck
was my husband kept around
like a spare dildo
at an office party?

like✨—

WHAT the actual fuck was this
🤫💥👉🏼👌🏼✨????
because no really
what the fuck
was going on
in these goddamn cubicles?

you had a
grown-ass man
with PTSD
and apparently
an active coke habit
who hadn't made
✨a single fucking dollar✨
being “mentored” (?????)
for 6 fucking months
by people who acted like
he was a prized pig
and y’all were just
passing him around
like a malfunctioning fucking vibrator.

🤫💥

not fucking accusing
just observing, bro.

but baby
that was not business.
that was not professional.
that was not motherfucking onboarding.

so, let me just say,
some of y’all
better ✨pray✨ to whatever
crusty ass compliance god
you believe in
🧿🕯🪬✨
because this
is starting to smell like
proximity-based retention
with a side of pills and
senior-level perjury.
not saying names
not today
but if your TJ Maxx heels
are fucking melting
maybe step
out the fire, bitch.

so here’s
some of what
i know—🤫💥

from my mind-blown—
financially defrauded POV:

bro made zero dollars.
he was “mandated” —
days before his pregnant wife’s
broadcast fucking due date —
”in-office all week” by…
someone.

a lot………….🤫💥

like babe, often.

especially…
late term….

for an…
unpaid…
(✨👉🏼👌🏼???)

…
✨independent contractor…✨
…with zero supervision

(is that 1099 protocol? NAH. NOPE.)

but…
he was…
still being dragged
into events,
meetings,
group fucking shots
like a glorified sex prop???

hmmm—

party season hits.
i’m eight months pregnant.

he vanishes after
a weird-ass ✨mandatory week.

(✨👉🏼👌🏼????)

babe!
suddenly he’s gone.

oh and by the way
whole-ass firm oversees as—
i get assigned an advisor mid-fucking-labor
and she starts
harvesting my e-signatures
like i’m a fucking corpse.

and then?

🧚🏼‍♀️✨
a rep from this
literal hellhole
shows ups
at my fucking home,
holding my newborn—
like she won the cubicle lottery??

but babe…
it gets
so much worse—
after we estrange??

and…after
both those fuckers
already left the firm??

🤫💥

…

babe.

company
wide
defrauding.

(with a side of fucking mockery)

what in the
senior level ✨👉🏼👌🏼????

via grown ass women,
the whole ass team.

👩🏼‍💻👩🏽‍💻👩🏻‍💻✨

just fucking vibes
and motherfucking fraud.

lol.
now that i’ve cracked
some of the code

let me be real

there’s still a piece missing.

🔥🔥🔥

—

because if that
little candy-pill predator—
was the only player in the game??
✦ why the fuck was he still visible in january?
✦ why was i still getting fucked after she “left”?
✦ why was one name but zero revenue
continuously popping the fuck up?
✦ why are more law firms getting involved?
✦ why is a key senior supervisor—seemingly invisible as they claim no duty??
✦ why did they keep asking me what else i knew??

BABE.💥

(i blocked this shit out)

✦ unless someone bigger—higher—fucking uglier—
was still protecting this motherfucking shitshow???

uh oh…

🔥🔥🔥🔥 oh shit—
💥 memories un-fucking-locked 💥

—

and this is the part
where it stops being fucking cute
and starts being
highly fucking predatory—

🔥🔥🔥🔥 🔥🔥🔥🔥 🔥🔥🔥

let’s circle the drain of:
why was my broke ass husband
being kept around like a Playboy mascot? 🍒
not for profit
not for talent
so like...
what was he offering exactly?

✨👉🏼👌🏼?

sooooo…
how many of you
wanted to fuck my husband?
and how many of you actually did?

because the energy in that office was giving:
✦ “if we keep him around long enough, maybe i’ll get next.”
✦ “i can fix him… with attention and amphetamines.”
✦ “let’s take turns getting proximity until his wife fucking dies.”

again—
not naming names.
not putting out the record yet.
but if your phone
just got hot reading this
you might wanna
check your fucking karma

🥂

—

some questions for the girls 🫶

✦ who was jealous enough to mandate “in all week”? 🔥
✦ who was bitter enough to make sure i saw it? 🔥
✦ who kept the party going after the holiday party ended? 🔥
✦ who made sure i was financially exploited while supervising? 🔥
✦ who else was trying to be seen with him,
next to him, orbiting him, maybe…touching him? 🔥🔥🔥🔥
✦ and how many of y’all were sitting in meetings
pretending it wasn’t obvious that this man
was being slowly fucking passed around???
like an unpaid intern
who’s like—
constantly fucking “buzzing,” ❄️😵‍💫
with a dick and a fucking DD214?

🔥

and while we’re asking questions:
who let this get this bad?
and who’s still lying about it?

hmmmmm.

i don’t care how
“high-performing” you were.

❄️😵‍💫💋✨

you’re still the bitch
who might have thought: ✨

“i deserve this married man’s attention more than the mother of his child.”
“he’s not even that hot anymore, but it’s about power now.”
“she won’t find out.”
”i’m not old, men still want me”
“even if she does—what’s she gonna do?”

this.
i’m gonna do this.
publicly.
relentlessly.
with all the
fucking contradictions
out in the open.

the energy was never mentorship.

💼🔥🥵❄️😵‍💫

it was territorial.
it was sexual.
it was weird AS FUCK.
and everyone knew it.
babe, they mocked me.
y’all were playing
“corporate wife swap”
while i was literally
trying not to die
on a hospital bed
from elevated heart rates,
punches to the head
and a goddamn c-section—
you made me fucking pay for.

so again
i’m not fucking accusing.
i’m just connecting goddamn dots. 🔥

if you were mentoring my hubby
why the fuck
did he come home
smelling like
zero fucking sales, ❄️😵‍💫
for six fucking months—
ego,
old blow,
and someone else’s
fucking mascara?

—

closing note,
fucking respectfully:

this wasn’t “team culture.”
this was a
fuck-centered hierarchy
and a shit-ton of
✨insecure, aging women✨—
disguised as a fucking financial firm.
the way
y’all let him get dragged
between fucking cubicles?
tethered by attention?
and not a single dollar✨
in his fucking bank account?
❄️😵‍💫💋

criminal.

and highly disrespectful.✨

babe,
you could have literally
sold your body for
way fucking more.

and now
that i’m putting this shit
back together
o. m. g.
i want every log.
every fucking message.
every little sad lunch
you scheduled to “check the fuck in.”

because
what you were checking
was who was winning.

and the prize??
seems like it was
my husband’s dick.
while i was 8 months pregnant.
alone.
getting choked out—
and funding
the
whole
fucking
goddamn
orgy.

💋