baby…did your colleague touch you while you were high??? 😩💔✨

bran—
yo
babe.
hi.
i need to tell you something
and you gotta stay calm
because once you hear this
it’s gonna hit
like a fucking third deployment:

✨🥺🐊

baby!
✨you were groomed.✨

like…
is she still
bankrolling???

baby,
omg.
hallmark predatory technique.✨✨

yeah,
you’re still a narcissistic dickhead
who punched me while
i was 8 months pregnant,
but bro…
bran—
baby.
listen.

i know i’ve said a lot.
you’ve said nothing.
but we both know what
actually happened.

and babe—
if she got you addicted??
FULL.
ASS.
ADDICTED.

😭🙏✨

and not just to drugs.
to your absolute
rock fucking bottom.
and like damn.
did she have to do all that??
did she really have to
feed you stimulants
and guilt
just to get you
to sit still long enough
for a fucking handjob???

like bro
blink twice
if she laced your dopamine
with coke.
because i’m looking back now
and like…
yo.
that was not love.
that was behavioral conditioning.

and be honest with me right now:

did she touch you while you were high???

😭🙏

babe!!!

a fucking victim.

did she wait
until you were all spun out
and couldn’t remember
your daughter’s due date
to start getting
flirty
and pushing up on you
like some cokehead
murder-your-wife therapist???

😭🎻🤏

OMGGGGGG
babe

you
were
groomed
🫣🫠🧌

and listen.
i’m not saying i forgive you.
you still fucking hit me.
you still owe me fucking money.
you still sold me out
while i was changing diapers
and trying to get
fucking insurance coverage.

but bran…
you were bait.
and she hooked you.
and now i look back
at those months
and i’m like
yo.
that wasn’t even your personality.
that was her formula.
uppers + trauma + no money + zero morals = submission

she literally played god with your nervous system.
and the family you actually wanted.
and for what?
a chick we all know you will never wife?
(bro, i can only imagine
your sober regret—
seeing that face in the light)
because babe, lol you will not claim her.
and you still miss me and the kid—
every time you hit rock bottom.

duh. we’re your blood.
the rest was poison.

we were
safe—
sober,
summer,
santa,
sledding,
slumber parties.

nah.
not blow induced car-handjobs.

so
like
honey,
you might’ve
thrown your life in a dumpster—
but baby,
she laughed while
she pissed on that shit.
and now?
she might have
sent you home
broke and high,
but look—
you’re the one with the charges
and a kid you don’t see—
i’m the one with our baby
and a fucking fraud case
and the goddamn goblin???
babe!
she’s just hiding out in nyc
breathing through her mouth
and waiting for us
to fucking implode
like she didn’t
maybe!
feed a recovering combat vet narcotics
on the motherfucking job—

omg!!!

bran.
baby.
listen.
this shit’s not even a threat.
this is a fucking
legal truth bomb
at the bottom
of the emotional crime scene
neither of us built—

because sweetie—
if this company?
if this financial firm,
assigned you a woman
to “motivate” you
who had less trauma education
than a fucking target cashier
but more licensure than you,
and they let her work
directly with you
knowing she had
a deranged fucking
inappropriate crush on you,
knowing you were married,
knowing you were a vet,
trying to be sober
with your wife
with your baby on the way,
and instead of…
helping?

NOPE.

babe,
if she lured you into her home?
she went out drinking with you?
she put herself
between you and your recovery—
between you and your wife and child?
and then
put her hands on you
while your brain
was chemically fucking hijacked????

babe,
that’s not “messy.”
that’s not “complicated.”
that would be
predatory fucking misconduct.

😳🙏✨

and if
she knew
you had a combat history???
if she knew
you had a TBI???
if she knew
you had a kid on the way,
and still made herself
your emotional side-dealer
your physical reward system??
your fucking plug??
your career suicide mission???
your gross-ass mistress?????

then babe,
these assholes
blew this shit up—
your whole fucking family
while we were
at our most fucking vulnerable.

yeah.
baby—you were fucking set up.

because
listen,
you didn’t supply the shit.
you didn’t sign on to her child’s policies,
you didn’t continue to score sales
while your crashed out bestie—
collapsed the fuck inside of it.

because women like this?
babe,
they’ll fuck you over,
for anything—
loyal only to their own wants.
and used to getting
fucking everything,
without
working for a goddamn thing.

😳✨

also…the face. lol.

aka the tragically forever mid minus.

seriously,
babe.
you’ve got felony charges.
did she send you home
coming down off stimulants
and bad breath???
yo. you lost your family.
i’m alone with our kid—
the firm???
babe the firm thinks
this shit is fucking funny—
and the original catalyst???
babe,
she’s still free
and without consequences,
like she didn’t help
convert a marriage
into a fucking body count.

babe,
if that woman
weaponized your trauma
and used the firm's platform
to do it??
then you’re not
just a fuck-up.
you’re a fucking witness.

and i know.
you hate this.
you hate admitting it.
you hate that
the person i saw
wasn’t even you.
you hate that
maybe someone else
pulled the strings.

but that’s what happened.

because
that version of you?
the one who came home
violent,
fucking high,
absolutely vacant,
who didn’t care
about me
or our baby???
who couldn’t look
me in the eye?
who forgot christmas???
babe.
that wasn’t you.

and if it was her—
if she created
that version of you—
took advantage of our family??
of your addiction???
then you need to say it.
baby,
say it out loud.
and take her the fuck down.

✨ get clean.
✨ get therapy.
✨ help me support our child.
✨ and see your fucking kid.

like a real man.

because
fuck this company.
fuck this girl.
and fuck whatever
NDA-shaped muzzle
they probably tried
to lock around your throat.

lol.

you are not the only one
who should be in criminal court.

you were used.
you were sales bait.
we were contact plugs,
fucking premiums.
and i’m not afraid to say it.
i’ll say it in public.
i’ll say it in court.
i’ll say it
under fucking oath.

😭🎻🤏

so say it back.

babe—
you might be trash
but you’re our trash
🙏✨
and if you’re finally
ready to talk?
like really talk?
we can burn this
whole fucking shitshow
to the motherfucking ground.
together.

for justice.

😭🎻🤏

we were vulnerable.
a new family.
this was predatory as fuck.

and that chick is a goddamn menace to society.

and our family??
babe, we got all the impact.

and they got
the contacts, premiums, and goddamn commissions.

😭🎻🤏

but hey,
don’t worry
just tell her you would never 😇
and then
have your lawyer
or your mom?
send me everything.

xoxo

your actual family.

🖤💅🪦

justice for your dopamine receptors, king.