the financial firm that made me do “baby death math”

how northwestern mutual
potentially 🔥🔥🔥
enabled
a near-lethal financial affair
during my entire pregnancy

and laughed about it.
then billed me.
then defrauded me again.
👶💸💀📉

deadass serious.
no disclaimers.
no fucking grace.
just the facts
i begged them to refute.

📎✨🖕

✨beginning with…

the casual truth bomb
they fucking nuked me with—
mid dv escape

weeks✨
after my estrangement,
a stranger rep implies—
as a joke:

“lol. your husband
was clearly unfaithful to you—
with your financial rep.” 😂💍💁‍♀️

wait,
wtf?

😮

how the fuck
do you casually drop
that the woman
who made me feel insane
my entire marriage
was “removed” from my account
right after i filed
a fucking protection order—
then expect me not
to lose my shit?

💀

i’m fucking
mind-blown.
and yeah—

ongoing ptsd.
right now.
still.
as i write this.

your reps—
plural—
fucked me
while you claim
“independent contractor”
and no duty. ✨

lol
no duty???
you almost got me
and my baby
killed
because your
mid-ass rep
was too obsessed
with my fucking husband
to keep it professional.

oh yeah,
you’re getting sued. ✨

not for greed.
for fucking justice.

you destroyed my financial safety.
you endangered my fucking life.
you nearly cost my child hers.
and all because
a mediocre,
obsessed,
exploitative,
predatory—
office chick
saw her chance
to fucking replace me.

baby death math:
🔪 they fucking obviously
didn’t want her born—

preface to my daughter:
i hope to god i’m wrong.
i’m sorry you have to read this.

do the fucking math.
men don’t want babies born
all the fucking time.
mine clearly didn’t.
maybe because
the chick sending him
fucking venmo kickbacks
couldn’t live out her
war-hero-wife fanfic
with me
still in the fucking picture.
and the baby?
shit,
can’t have that.
a living witness.
a legal problem.
fucking proof.

bro,
think for five seconds—
they never wanted my baby born.
that’s why
he tried to fucking kill me
my entire fucking third trimester—
holy shit.
while clearly having
an affair
with the woman
you put in charge
of our fucking life insurance.

🗣️ and you knew.
🗣️ and you did it anyway.

you let my husband—
a dude with
no job,
no ethics,
clearly no fidelity,
no real income—
defraud me out of my life savings
under the false pretense
he was employed by you.
(but now—
you don’t know
any of these
full-on
fucking
recruited,
independent
rogue ass
contractors
lmfao sure)
you enabled him
to pretend he was
a financial professional
while i paid for his licensing,
exams,
conferences,
hotel stays,
his car,
his entire goddamn “career.”
and you let him
do it under your brand. 🔥🔥🔥

you
constantly
solicited me
as the experts,
induced me
to trust you
while i was
at my most fucking vulnerable—
and instead of protecting me,
(i know, fucking revolutionary)
you assigned
his infidelity partner
to manage
my accounts,
my money,
my newborn’s policy.

you handed her
my household file
while i was in labor
and fleeing fucking abuse,
while she was privately
accessing my husband—
and you thought that was funny.

the moment
we estrange
and i file for—
a
fucking
restraining order?
oh, bet.
she fucking bounces.
you “remove” her for a conflict—
no notice,
no explanation,
no audit trail,
no disclosure.
but i’m supposed to
keep paying premiums
for shit i don’t even own
because you “omitted”
those crucial fucking facts?

🔥🗑️ nah.

fuck it, let’s go deeper 🙂👍🔪

2 a.m.,
panicked,
on my living room floor,
doing “was my baby supposed to die?”
fucking arithmetic—
because you
didn’t disclose
she was personally
fucking entangled
with my abuser
while stalking me,
watching my post-estrangement
fucking confessions
of pregnancy strangulation,
my bruises—
gawking—
still managing my file—
then she dips,
and you mock me
for not fucking knowing.

💀🔥

here’s what you
received and ignored:

✶ the restraining order ·
✶ notice of police warrant ·
✶ hospital report ·
✶ onboarding records ·
✶ public venmo history.

you saw it all.
and you still lapsed my policies.

then: “lol, yeah—it was awkward.”

awkward?
try watching a woman
who sent my husband money
while i was hospitalized
for obvious wife-beating injuries
keep monitoring my page
after you
lapsed my infant’s policy
without fucking cause.

you don’t call that murder-adjacent? ✨
you don’t call that fiduciary breach? ✨
i do.
this is a
horrific
fucking
fact pattern.

as i come out of shock,
i’m calculating
what it’ll cost you
for making me assemble
the full felony fuckery arc
you built,
sanctioned,
laughed about,
then billed me for.

the math northwestern mutual
thought was funny

💀 him:
☑ unemployed ·
☑ image-obsessed ·
☑ violently unstable ·
☑ never passed licensing ·
☑ never onboarded his own family ·
☑ zero profit in 6+ months ·
☑ lied about work ·
☑ lived off my savings ·
☑ beat me during pregnancy ·
☑ two-time combat vet ·
☑ special lethality ops ·
☑ known ptsd ·
☑ court-documented abuse.

couldn’t keep
hiding the affair,
so he turned to violence
and fucking sabotage,
hoped i’d miscarry.
didn’t want the baby—
because babies are proof,
you can’t erase.

🧷 her:
☑ your rep ·
☑ basic ·
☑ “not your problem” ·
☑ openly inappropriate ·
☑ boundary-crossing ·
☑ public venmo payments to my husband
while my active rep
during a documented dv episode ·
☑ ongoing stalking ·
☑ conflict acknowledged ·
not passive—
complicit.

if i had miscarried?
she wouldn’t have cried.
she would’ve fucking celebrated.

how the fuck—
are we alive.

🔪💯✨

willful misconduct:
you had the history
and stats,
the medical disclosures—
and you still
handed a violent fraud
and his fangirl
my full financial file
and called it nbd.

then
you got the abuse info,
saw the FRO,
knew the bond status,
knew the hospital timeline,
forwarded to internal counsel—
and still nothing.
no email. ✨
no correction. ✨
no safety alert. ✨
no confirmation. ✨
no fucking acknowledgement. ✨

at all.
ever.

😭🙏

just burner views
and corporate silence—
survivor: dv life-insurance edition.
insanely reckless.
dangerous as fuck.

for the lawyers 👻
(let’s run it back)

⭐ final restraining order on file → yes
⭐ child born into known dv → yes
⭐ onboarding during medical duress → yes
⭐ policies in my name, signed & paid by me → yes
⭐ rep assigned & changed w/o consent → yes
⭐ rep had personal conflict → yes
⭐ no written disclosure → yes
⭐ rep still stalking post-removal → documented
⭐ firm still billing survivor while removing ownership → yes
⭐ false lapses of all three life policies → yes
⭐ zero explanation → yes

you had me
feeling crazy
for sensing they were plotting—
then confirmed it
with “lol yeah, that was awkward.”

awkward like
felony fraud?
awkward like
undisclosed conflict?
awkward like
you hoped i’d die
before i found out?

fucking same.

now what?

you think
i’m going
to shut the fuck up?

✨🥰👉👈 ✨

lmfao.

no.

i will
fight this lawsuit
for fucking years,
for free,
on my own time,
until the record shows
how insidious
and harmful
your office culture is.

this is attempted spiritual homicide
with civil penalties
and multi-count negligence. 💥

and let’s be honest:
if i’d died in childbirth 🥀
you wouldn’t have
called it “awkward.”
you would have paid out
my fucking husband—
and then billed my estate
for the fucking premium.

☠️🍼💰

but i lived.
she lived.
for fucking now. 🫀👶⏳
the timeline is public.
the records are filed.
your silence is fucking frightening.

and nah,
sucks for you—
i’m gunna put this shit
flat out and forever
on the fucking record.

as loudly as possible.

as a fucking warning:

this shit is
dangerous.
lethal
and
realistically,
potentially?
motherfucking
legally answerable—
and guess what?
that is most definitely
not fucking funny.

is it?
nah,
i didn’t think so.

so—

i don’t want platitudes.
i want a settlement offer—
with names,
with commas,
showing you
finally
did
the fucking math. 🥀💔

because
i already had to.
and i’ll never forget
what it cost to survive
your gross fucking negligence.

🍾