did she “supervise” my near-death-experience and total pregnancy-era financial collapse? fucking nice. ✨👍✨
babe.
babe.
babe.
wait a fucking second.
wait.
hold the fuck on.
let me just push through
the fucking prenatal blackouts,
the head slams,
the cortisol damage,
the throat bruises,
the ER & constant heart rate spikes,
the fucking disassociation,
the fetal tachycardia,
the actual near-death experiences—
and let me just try
to remember
the original fucking thing
that gave me that
sick-ass feeling
in my chest
about this “job.”
(and also—
maybe the reason
this whole ass clown squad of
”independent contractors”
seemed to lawyer the fuck up,
a month before i even
filed my legal complaint,
LMFAO.
innocent af.)
✨👍✨
aka: deeply insidious shit.
bro.
it was her.
the original fucking supervisor.
the original fucking hoe.
the one who sat in front of me,
got every fucking detail on how—
i was pregnant.
i was PAYING.
i had fucking ASSETS
i wanted to rollover.
while i was trying to plan
a safe life
for my fucking baby.
and she took notes.
she took notes.
on me.
on my ira.
on my gi bill transfer.
on my income,
our monthly budget,
my goddamn pregnancy.
she logged into our household
like it was a fucking data mine
and then assigned herself
as the professional “on record”
handler of my—
(soon to be extremely violent)
broke ass husband
who she explicitly knew
was fucking living off of me.
and she…
never followed up.
not once.
not ever.
besides constantly “mandating”
my husband to private 1 on 1’s
and seemingly, repeatedly—
based on verbal statements,
was blocking any monthly bonuses
while apparently still
”requiring” an independent contractor
was in office for 6 months—
while having zero fucking clients
during his wife’s late-stage pregnancy.
hmmmmmmmm.
this bitch gave me the creeps.
evil power trip shit.
—
no, babe, let’s be clear—
this was some covert-level shit.
honestly, seems like—
predation by a licensed financial rep
who knew who had the assets
and then ignored the one with the assets
to keep control of the one with the dick.
and you wanna tell me
she just “forgot” to
follow up on the discussed ira?
you wanna tell me
she just “didn’t have time”
to check in with the formally induced client
while she was allegedly forcing my husband
to come in five days a week
for “mentorship”
while making zero sales
and missing
every
single
bonus
that she “personally” input?
bitch, you were not a mentor.
seemingly,
you were a fucking leash—
while he bounced around the fucking office
totally not tweaked out.
(my entire goddamn pregnancy)
y’all were around him 10x
fucking more than i was—
and bro,
the night and day shift??
obvious as fuck.
undeniable.
yet he’s retained??
babe.
if you weren’t fucking him??
you were still abusing your license
to play house
with my whole life,
while he fucking spiraled—
and simultaneously & openly
bankrupted me while pregnant.
✨👍✨
—
babygirl—
you used your position
to create dependency
control the money
and isolate him from the woman
funding the whole damn pyramid scheme.
and regulators?
regulators are gonna fucking love that one.
because this isn’t gossip.
this is a charging memo waiting to happen.
she used “supervisory power.”
to gain inside access
and complete scheduling control—
to a vulnerable family,
then financially and physically
embedded herself in it
until the entire thing fucking blew.
(and after
i got completely
choked the fuck out)
✨👍✨
—
if there’s a textbook on
how to get sued for predatory
conflict of interest,
breach of fiduciary duty,
and negligent supervision of a
most fucking definitely impaired rep,
this bitch wrote the fucking preface.
congrats
to the original fucking hoe.
(hey, aren’t you married?)
girl—
you made it all the way
from bonus bitchface gatekeeper
to co-defendant.
—
and you forgot
the golden rule of new jersey:
if you come for a woman’s husband
and her ira
and her motherfucking baby
while she’s in a fucking hospital bed
with your name all over that shit—
you better hope the bitch dies.
because if she doesn’t?
you’re gonna end up in court
with her whole foot on your fucking neck.
✨👍✨
