sometimes your mom is just a selfish [redacted] 💍💎💫

babe!

✨ this isn’t “carelessness.”
✨ this isn’t “relax, things happen.”
✨ this isn’t “just jewelry.”

—

nah.

i begged her
not to touch my rings.
PLEASE,
don’t bring them
to this
cluttered-ass home,
while we are
couch-hopping
w this newborn baby.

BUT OOPS.

😶✨💫

NOPE.

sure enough!

FUCKING POOF.

listen.
this is—
💥 profound disrespect
💥 for my lived history,
💥 my goddamn grief,
and my
💥 fucking personhood.

—

🙏💍

two rings.
$10k+++
both family heirlooms.
the only tangible things
i was ever given
that symbolized
belonging,
lineage,
fucking permanence.

💍♾️❤️

—

and she treats their
goddamn disappearance
like it’s…

nothing?

fucking shit—
that’s not normal.
that’s definitely not okay.
and that reaction
is not fucking neutral.

💍🤵🏼👰🏼✨

—

yo.
when someone
loses something
fucking irreplaceable
that belongs to
someone they love,
the minimum response
looks like:

🔥 panic
🔥 urgency
🔥 searching everything
🔥 retracing steps
🔥 accountability
🔥 fucking empathy

—

instead,
what i’m getting is
emotional nothingness.
dismissal.
minimization.

and that hurts
in a very specific way,
because those rings
weren’t just objects —
they were proof
that i mattered somewhere
for five fucking seconds.

💩🔥

and i hate you for that.

—

those rings
were the only
fucking evidence
that at some point,
someone said:

💍💍💎💫

this belongs to you.
you are part of something.

💍🤵🏼👰🏼✨

and now
they’re fucking gone —
and the person responsible
won’t even honor the loss.

ok mom.

💖🤝

maybe—
he did
steal the rings.

that shit tracks.

💫💫

but look.

🚫 this isn’t about money. 🚫
this is about fucking erasure.

it echoes
the same pattern
i’ve lived through
over and over:

🦋 my valid pain is inconvenient
🦋 my real losses are minimized
🦋 my fucking survival is normalized
…so no one has to step tf up,

🫶🏻

and because
i’m “so strong,” 🕊️💍
people treat my
fucking devastation
like it’s not
really happening
in real fucking life.

💍♾️❤️

god bless.