ok so, i was building a home. they were building… whatever the fuck that was. 🚩
aka "why did i have to google what THIS shit was called" 🚩
—
what the FUCK
was going on in this house.
🚩👬🏻🍆
…
no like seriously—
🗣️✨what the actual fuck.✨
—
these two fucking sickos
are out here
acting like
they were cast
in some low-budget
fucking porno set in my life.
🚩👨🏻🤝🏻👨🏼🦱🚩
goddamn filthy.
AND NAH
I CAN BACK THIS SHIT UP.
TIME STAMPED.
FUCKING DOCUMENTED.
…
like,
deadass.
i was over here
breastmilk in one hand,
GODDAMN
facebook marketplace crib
in the fucking other,
rolling paint
onto fucking drywall patches
at 8 weeks postpartum.
…
(y’all are lucky i do not commit crimes) 🌈💖✨
…
FUCKING meanwhile 🫶🏼—
these disgusting fucks:
…
👨🏻🚩 upstairs:
my dad’s got
his bedroom door
wide fucking open,
doing
WHATEVER—
audibly—
fucking casually.
because
"that’s just how dads are" apparently?
✊🏼💥😵💫
👨🏼🦱🚩 downstairs:
my husband (lol),
taking literal
sexual goddamn livestreams💥
for STRANGERS.
on the internet.
IN. MY. DAD’S. HOUSE.
😩🍆💦📱
…
WHILE.
I’M.
UPSTAIRS.
WITH.
OUR.
NEWBORN. 🚩
thinking i signed
a legal fucking document
and was in a real goddamn marriage.
—
YO.
this wasn’t
just disrespect.
this was
spiritual fucking war crimes. 🚩
✨👨🏻🤝👨🏽✨
FOR REAL.
i didn’t grow up
in a "weird house."
i grew up
in a goddamn
crime scene.
💥🏠
…
and then somehow??
i married the FUCKING remix. 🚩
🤜🏻🤛🏻✨
…
homie,
this wasn’t a coincidence.
this was a pattern.
and the only reason
i didn’t lose my
entire
fucking
mind
is because somewhere
under
all the fucking ptsd
and the bills
and the broken trust—
i knew it wasn’t me.
these dudes were fucking weirdos.
🍆🤤✨
REALLY.
…
this shit was a message:
✨"your safety doesn’t matter here."✨🚩🚩🚩
but
guess what?
💥I MADE IT FUCKING MATTER.💥
—
and so i did
some light googling…
AND
GUESS WHAT?? 🚩
🤗
…
this shit has a name:
“environmental sexual intrusion covert sexual trauma disinhibited sexual behavior in domestic space”
🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩
✨
translation: men
using shared space
like it’s their own
private fucking sex den,
and making you the crazy one for noticing.
🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
…
my dad
never gave a fuck
who saw what.
my husband
knew exactly
what he was doing—
and still did that shit anyway.
😵💫🔞🌙
—
it
wasn’t
an
accident.
nah. 🫠 🚩
it was a fucking statement.
it was control.
it was addiction.
it was fucking violence.
…
so when i say
💥"the house was a goddamn cesspool,"💥
😩 🚩
bro.
i don’t mean it
was disorganized.
i mean
i was
trying to survive
with a newborn
while two grown men
contaminated the air
around us
with their unchecked bullshit.
nah. 🚫 🚩
i didn’t get dramatic.
i got the fuck out.
…
🌈 IN CONCLUSION:
we goddamn left.
we fucking lived.
and now??
i talk about it. 💫
with
all the rage
accuracy,
and fucking profanity
that surviving
this shit
entitles me to.
