🪞🐍 how to accept your whole-ass marriage was a fraud 🖤🥀🦋✨

🪞🐍 my marriage:
not a love story—a long fucking con.
the highlights were bait,
the silence was fucking policy,
and the pattern is my goddamn proof.
i’m done fucking performing.
i curate the fucking records,
not feelings.
i was a wife,
not a fucking mark.

pattern > promise.
regret is a vibe,
receipts are a weapon.
i accept the scam,
not the fucking blame.
🖤🥀🦋✨🐍

ugh, babe.
i can hear it in your little chest.
when the “blow-affair” never actually ends,
it stops being an affair 💊💔
and starts looking like a fucking machine—
one that ate your marriage,
your money,
your fucking pregnancy,
and then kept you in the blast radius.
feeling like all that shit??
the whole family story??—
was a fucking fraud.
nah—
that’s not being dramatic;
that’s a nervous system
finally calling fucking bullshit.

💔🌹✨

here’s the working theory
i’m comfortable standing on:
they didn’t just cheat;
they ran sustained proximity + secrecy + financial dependency.
my entire fucking marriage. ❤️‍🔥
the “we’re a team” fucking love-bomb texts
and office/mentor theater smoothed over the gaps
while i carried fucking costs,
goddamn logistics,
and the fucking risk.

💸🌈🐍✨

none of that cancels out reality now:
non-fatal strangulation during pregnancy,
two standing restraining/protection orders,
and a pattern of post-breakup surveillance/harassment.
that’s not messy romance;
it’s lethality-adjacent control.

💫✨

no more gaslighting, bitch: 💸

✦ patterns of this motherfucker “at the office,”
me covering fucking expenses,
and performative tenderness—bullshit:
(“love you,” “family,” fucking future-talk)
show up right next to me scrambling for fucking money
and him financially fucking me while goddamn pregnant.
that’s motherfucking grooming—
of me—for more fucking sacrifice.

✦ the entanglement with coke goblin tracks across
fucking work favors, social proximity, bullshit, and the
motherfucking goddamn country—
“we’re all a team” optics, which functioned to normalize
her constant weird ass access to him
while i assumed the fucking fallout. 💸💥🥴

baby—
he was the fucking fraud.
i was the only thing fucking real—

✨👏😐
it’s that a fraudulent fucking culture
hyped up on some shitty ass drugs—
and below mid-level looks,
fucking hijacked ✨🐍🐍🐍
my whole ass fucking family story
while i was busy trying to keep everyone alive.
fuck,
my love was real.
my trust was real.
their fucking ethics weren’t.
met the fucking demon squad
first fucking trimester.
weeks into marriage.

🔥🥶💰🔫✨🐍🐍🐍

…made my whole life a fucking fraud.
fucking financially devastated me.
almost got me fucking killed.
almost got him so coked out—
he nearly got
my baby goddamn extinguished.

🔥🔥🔥

yo.
imagine waking up to realize,
this pinnacle shit—
was a fucking joke.
hijacked by some twats
who needed to buy it with cocaine
and blowjobs???
and fucking meetings with daddy????

🦋✨🐍

a low-tier fucking financial firm??????

yo.
ewwwwwwww.
this story is so fucking lame.
it’s pathetic.

truly—

🗣️🔥
🗣️🔥
🗣️🔥 i got defrauded
🗣️🔥 by a squad of unattractive,
🗣️🔥 mediocre fucking losers.

🗣️🔥 what a bullshit fucking story,

thanks for that babe. 💋

can’t wait to tell our daughter.

❄️😵‍💫💍✨

—

because look—

the whole fucking thing was a lie.
left me abandoned
with his fucking baby,
and my guy refuses to pay
any 🔥
fucking 🔥
child support 🔥
🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
straight up left us with—
a stack of fucking bills,
that i can’t pay,
a pile of tuition,
after he stole my school fucking refund—
and a pile of fucking debt…for a car 🔥
to get to fuckboy mutual 🔥🔥
in the one he goddamn totaled 🔥🔥
probably on motherfucking drugs, 🔥🔥🔥
supplied by the fucking money rep—
that now monthly goes on fucking default!!!!!!!!!!

✨👍✨

(oh, and hiked the fuck up
car insurance +
3x defrauded
life insurance policies)

✨🐍🐍🐍

so…🪞🐍 mirror mantra:
how to accept your marriage was a fraud 🖤🥀🦋✨🐍

✦ it wasn’t vows, it was fucking fraud paperwork
✦ the “good times”? promo reel for a shitty scam
✦ he wasn’t a husband, he was a dependent with a dick
✦ you weren’t loved, you were fucking leveraged
✦ promises = bait, patterns = proof
✦ closure is fake, consequences are real
✦ no crying over “love lost” and start billing for time, money, trauma
✦ gaslighting wasn’t a phase, it was the contract
✦ you weren’t insecure, you were being monitored
✦ the cheating wasn’t the betrayal, the cover-up was
✦ the coworker wasn’t the exception, she was the supply line
✦ no, you’re not “overreacting,” you’re remembering too clearly
✦ his decline wasn’t random, it was engineered
✦ you didn’t lose a husband, you dodged a feds case
✦ the grief hits hard when the whole thing was a fucking setup
✦ you’re not broken, babe—you’re just done pretending
✦ your marriage didn’t fail, it got liquidated
✦ you’re not bitter—you’re fucking well documented

y’all are fucking disgusting.

🦋✨🐍