it’s all fun + games until the pregnant woman who got punched & defrauded kept the screenshots 👊💥🤕🤰🧾
apparently…
everybody was cool
🕯️ cool with the cheating.
🕯️ cool with the lying.
🕯️ cool with the “he’s just a flirt” bullshit.
🕯️ cool with the…
🔥 “maybe he’s on adderall.”
🔥 maybe he drinks a little too hard.
🔥 maybe there’s a little ❄️ sometimes.
🔥 maybe he “just has demons.”
😐😧
and somehow
i was still the problem. 🤰
because the easiest story
in the world is:
“his wife is crazy.”
people love that one.
💍🤫🔥
it lets everyone
stay comfortable.
and yeah —
people watched my socials.
non-stop.
quietly.
faithfully.
👀🤏
like it was their favorite show.
but in public?
“wow—
let’s obliterate
this pregnant woman.”
ok.
🤫🤰💔🔪
—
but not so
fucking cute anymore…
because it’s fun
when it’s just cheating.
it’s fun when it’s just lies.
it’s fun when it’s just “messy.”
🤐🥀
but when
a pregnant woman
gets hit?
when money
starts moving weird?
when paperwork
gets fucking sketchy?
when there are
actual records?
💍🤫🔥
suddenly everyone’s like:
“whoa whoa whoa… this is serious.”
yeah no shit.
💀
—
lol but yo—
they weren’t uncomfortable
with what he was doing.
they were uncomfortable
with me proving it.
👊💥🤕💜
they were fine
acting like it was “drama”
until i showed
i had dates,
screenshots,
and an actual timeline.
because
now it’s not funny.
it’s evidence.
😡😡😡
and now “she’s crazy”
doesn’t work,
because ✨crazy people✨
don’t keep clean documentation.
⚡️ crazy people don’t keep records that match.
⚡️ crazy people don’t stay consistent.
so the whole little
social narrative collapsed.
👊🤕😢
—
and that’s when
the vibe changed.
🔪♀️💀😧
not because
they found morals.
nah.
obviously not.
because they found fear.
because now
they’re in the blast radius
of ✨ “wait…
what did i know?
what did i say?
what did i see?” ✨
😶🌫️😶🌫️😶🌫️
and
suddenly
i’m “too public”
and “doing a lot.”
♀️🕯️💜
no.
i’m just not covering
for anyone anymore.
and i’m
definitely not
staying quiet
so everybody else
can keep pretending
they didn’t fucking notice.
💀🧾
