they gave my blood and bank account info… to the fucking ops. 💉💸😐✨

ok so.
they gave
my blood tests,
piss analysis,
comprehensive fucking
medical records,
investment details,
bank account totals
and routing numbers…
to the motherfucking ops???

✨💉💸✨

and…
now—
i wasn’t even a fucking client??
like you deadass passed my trauma,
my complete medical
and prescription history,
my entire financial fucking portfolio
to a squad of shot-out reps
whose primary qualifications were
✨raw dog privilege✨
and the emotional IQ
of a fucking demon.

i gave them
my literal blood,
my fucking piss,
my entire financial body—
and they handed that shit
to a failed sorority of
potential fucking cokeheads
that wanna play side chick????
with a fucking finra number
and a thing for married men
in addictive fucking panic spirals???

holy shit.
let’s be fucking clear:

✦ i did not hire these bitches
✦ i didn’t even know half their names until they solicited my private info
✦ i was fucking pregnant and induced into paying for everything
✦ you requested my fucking bank account balances, monthly budgets, financial projections, and ira talk.
✦ but i’m not the fucking client??
✦ zero records of me??
✦ and then y’all let them circulate my kaiser medical history like it was the next group wake-up plug?????

—

yooooooo.

while my meds were going missing?
while he openly devolved???
when bro
wasn’t even
a functioning fucking adult??

fucking word.
so, this is a fucking fraternity.

bro.
i FUNDED your little
"mentorship thru manipulation" pipeline.
i co-sponsored your office fucking running
while y’all were playing
financial hunger games
behind my goddamn back.

and that’s
before the army reserves
got torched post med check
OK.
because it looks like
based on the timeline
that y’all
seemingly
watched / enabled
my husband’s stimulant spiral
with more support
than you gave me,
the actual fucking bitch with equity.

—

you gave a
millennial-era karen-squad
who were already apparently
emotionally fucking invested in my husband
my medical records—
full fucking trauma history.
you gave a “mentor”
with a weird ass crush
access to
our entire family’s fucking financial file.
and what’d she do with it?
fucking nothing.
not even a goddamn record.
except help destroy me
while never once disclosing
conflict or motherfucking duty,
and absolutely bullshitting like
extracting that fucking info—
doesn’t make me
a defacto fucking client.

just like,
hey bitches—
how am i the non-owner
when i’m the only one with a fucking job

😐

yo.
i really
got raw-dogged by
a compliance nightmare
in badly fitting fucking yoga pants.

make the nightmare stop.

tell me again
how i’m supposed to believe
this wasn’t malicious.
tell me again how
i was never a fucking client
but they were
allowed
to use my
social fucking security number,
my banking details,
my blood tests,
my fucking piss,
my login,
my fucking prescription history—
every single goddamn medical detail,
like a fantasy fucking draft???
for who got to fuck my husband
and sabotage my
family’s fucking health insurance,
GI bill transfer,
and $10k fucking signing bonus—
that they KNEW
we fucking needed,
just like those monthly fucking
commission bonuses—
that literally NEVER hit—
but babe—
when he fails out
the fucking reserves
…post med screening?????

but girl,
he’s still mandated
in the fucking office
for goddamn months??
still miraculously
fucking passing
these insurance-clown-level
piss and blood tests?
for policies
i’m fucking paying for???

zero disclosures,
i’m not even a fucking client, bitch.

yoooooooo.

lmfao.

fuck.

nnnaaaahhh.
i don’t think so.

no babe.
y’all owe me fucking everything.
you owe me the $10k army bonus i never got
because your addicted-ass
mascot flushed it down the fucking toilet
and you gave him institutional cover.
you owe me tricare for my newborn.
you owe me tuition that the GI bill would’ve covered
if y’all didn’t play sugar mama
while he was skipping drills
and doing fucking blow.

💸❄️😵‍💫✨

bitch, i didn’t just get defrauded.

i got blood-jacked.

my identity,
my medical history,
my money map
was passed around like a fucking secret santa
between multiple women who
✦ knew everything about me
✦ saw me break under the weight
✦ and still thought i didn’t matter.

—

all while he was spiraling,
stealing my fucking meds,
seemingly failing fucking drug tests,
and you were still onboarding us
like nothing was wrong.

nah.
this wasn’t negligent.
this was fucking deliberate.

and you’re about to find out what happens
when the goddamn “non-client”
did your record keeping for you.

baby.
non-client doesn’t mean you’re safe.
it means i’m coming for your fucking licenses.
your logins.
your dumbass LinkedIn connections.
your fucking peace.

🧷✨
#fuckboymutual
#burnbookentry
#bloodbankbreach
#sponsoredfelonies
#notyourclientnotyourproperty