the people’s princess of plausible deniability 👑🧾
ok.
we’ve been friends since childhood.
🚫 not “met you via DM.”
🚫 not yoga retreat “mutuals.”
…childhood.
✨💫
so you knew.
👏🏻 you knew
i was getting punched
while i was nine months pregnant.
👏🏻 you knew
he got on top of me
and tried to manually erase my airway
at like seven months.
👏🏻 you knew
i was the one paying
while he drove my car,
lived in my parents’ house.
🔥🔥🔥
—
👏🏻 you knew i had a newborn.
👏🏻 you knew and sat through restraining order hearings.
👏🏻 you knew what it costs to survive
that kind of violence —
the kind that leaves you
hypervigilant forever,
like your
whole-ass
nervous system
got drafted into the army
without your fucking consent.
🔥🔥🔥
—
and then —
you drove me to the airport
when i had to escape my own family.
❌ no safety net.
❌ no backup.
just me,
a twelve-month-old,
and the primal math of
“if i stay, something really bad happens.”
you were there for that.
—
ok.
so explain this
like i’m stupid
(i’m not):
how do you
go from witness
to missing person.
🔥🔥🔥
because that’s what you did.
❌ you didn’t “get busy.”
❌ you didn’t “need space.”
❌ you didn’t “set boundaries.”
nah.
girlie.
that’s not girl code.
that’s crisis PR for terrible fucking decisions.
🪞🕊️✨
—
so,
you really
dropped off the face of the planet
the second my life stopped being a fun storyline
you could participate in without consequences.
and then —
👏🏻 clap for her 👏🏻—
the minute
eyewitness accounts
start floating around
that you and my husband
maybe didn’t keep your bodies
in separate fucking spaces…
❌ you don’t ❌
do the normal-innocent-person thing.
😮🙌
—
nope.
instead you launch…
whatever the fuck that was.
💀😘✨
💥 you slander me.
💥 you call me psychotic
💥 you start a behind-the-scenes rebrand into “princess,”
as if this is some kind of
fucked-up
princess diana
royal miscommunication
and not a moral collapse
with knives sticking out of my back.
👑
you don’t deny the act.
you assassinate the character.💥💫
you weaponize pity
like a drunk white girl
on tiktok live.
🥺🙏
fucking classic.
—
we all know 🙃👉👈 if nothing happened,
your biggest emotion would be annoyance.
🚩 not erratic panic.
🚩 not a private PR campaign.
🚩 not manic surveillance.
🚩 not defensive.
🚩 not launching a reputation counterstrike
with all the finesse of a toddler throwing a fucking fit.
so yeah.
i’m not saying you’re guilty.
but your behavior’s doing a backflip into the yes pile.
—
so sweetie,
you didn’t disappear
because you didn’t know.
you disappeared because
you did know.
you knew what he did to me.
you knew what i survived.
and you still decided your image
mattered more than my lived-reality.
🚫 that’s not “messy.”
🚫 that’s not “drama.”
🚫 that’s not “ugh, sisterhood is complicated.”
that’s fucking betrayal.
🔥🔥🔥
—
so yeah —
you can keep your fake-ass crown. 👑
but don’t pretend it
isn’t made of
💥 denial,
💥 projection,
🗣️ and a man who hits women.
…😦
because the truth is:
i didn’t lose my mind.
i lost a friend
who was willing to trade my life
for her fucking optics.
—
and honestly?
that’s a specific kind of evil.
🥀🧠✨
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