🔥 “fuck consent, he’s hot”🔥— the predator’s defense ❄️😵‍💫💍

hey, this isn’t an affair. ✨🐍
this is a motherfucking top-tier predator.

—

✦ colo. rev. stat. § 18-3-402—sexual fucking assault ✨❄️😵‍💫
and more specifically:

💥 18-3-402(1)(b):

aka "the actor knows that the victim
is incapable of appraising the nature of the victim's conduct."

or: if someone is too impaired—
physically or mentally—✨💍❄️😵‍💫
to understand what the fuck is happening,
they can’t consent.
even if they don’t scream,
run, or
fight back.

✨❄️😵‍💫💍

and that impairment?
sweetie, it includes:

💥 18-3-402(1)(c):

"the victim is physically helpless
and the actor knows the victim is physically helpless
and the victim has not consented."

physically helpless in colorado
fucking includes being asleep, unconscious,
or otherwise unable to communicate unwillingness.
💫

(like a married combat vet
you may have—
for fucking months…
✨personally supplied✨🐍❄️😵‍💫
who is using
so fucking heavily—
fucking daily, ✨❄️😵‍💫💍
that his entire fucking personality changes—
from a casual drug abuser to a dude
unable to make a single fucking sale &
willing to repeatedly beat his pregnant wife /
manually fucking strangle her)
💫✨👏😐❄️😵‍💫💍💋✨

thanks bitch.

and just tie it all fucking together:

💥 “consent” definition under § 18-3-401(1.5):

"cooperation in act or attitude pursuant
to an exercise of free will and with knowledge
of the nature of the act."

so if someone’s not of sound mind,
if they’re on yayo,
(as a known fucking addict)
if they’re on stimulants known to cause paranoia,
delusion,
disinhibition,
…if they’re fucking spiraling from
TBI + PTSD + chemical fucking alteration?
baby,
no valid consent.

❄️😵‍💫💍💋✨🐍🐍🐍

an “affair??” 🐍

lmfao. ok.

i guess;
get a married addict✨—
all fucked up ❄️😵‍💫💍
on work hours—
and then??
you can call that shit
whatever the fuck you want. 💫✨

—

let’s run it back. ❄️😵‍💫

✦ summer 2023:
this bitch slithers into my instagram.
babe, not a random follow—
she’s clocking me. 💋✨
digital surveillance.
watches my stories
every.
single.
day.
watches me pregnant,
broke, 💍✨
cleaning fucking houses,
funding his day trips to see her—
advertising his little career on my page.
watches me sick,
alone,
posting about shit
no pregnant woman
should have to be navigating,
home alone.
she meets me in the office.
she says hello to my fucking face—
watches me think i’m still in a marriage.

at the exact same fucking time???
she’s opening her private apartment to him.
at the same time??
❄️😵‍💫💍💋✨
his behavior fucking nosedives.
at the same time??
he’s constantly at her fucking residence
instead of making one motherfucking sale.

bro,
this isn’t some clueless side chick.
this is a grown woman
with a license,
💼🔥💍🥵❄️😵‍💫
a trust fund and
apparently a whole ass fucking income-earning job.
(unlike my husband)
she knew he was a tbi/ptsd combat vet,
a walking fucking red‑flag for stimulants.
she saw exactly what blow does
to a guy like that— ❄️❄️
and she fucking loved it
she still fucking fed that pipeline.
yo, be for real—
it’s sick. ❄️
she knew my name,
my face,
my fucking baby,
my goddamn address.
she knew all of it ✨👉🏼👌🏼💍
because she was stalking it
on her fucking phone.
and seeing me,
in the goddamn office—
or through my husband’s fucking
constantly pinging FaceTime screen.
💍💋✨

✦ october to january:
he goes from functioning addict
with an ivy league degree
to a violent stranger who almost kills me.
days before i give birth??
she self‑appoints to my family’s file. 🐍✨
walks into my fucking home postpartum,
🗣️ AND holds my FUCKING baby
🗣️ like she didn’t just orchestrate my life blowing the fuck up.
then—
❄️😵‍💫💍💋✨
keeps contacting him in secret 🐍✨
from another state while fucking dodging me—
her actual client.
with fucking business—
locked in her later deleted—
insta DM’s 🐍✨
while she services my husband—
in front of my fucking face—
while she calls my NEWBORN
fucking cute.

🔪😟

—

nah.

🤫💥

this is not an “affair” ❄️💍
this is not “poor girl was lied to.”
this is a fucking calculated predator
running a two fucking year long
conflict of interest, ❄️❄️
under the guise of a financial advisor—
dangling fucking drugs 🐍🐍
and access over
a disabled fucking veteran
while watching his actual legal wife
bleed the fuck out online.

—

hey,
basic legal note:
consent isn’t real
when one party is incapacitated
and the other is weaponizing it
for money and control.
baby.
this wasn’t a romance.
this was a predator fucking pipeline.

❄️😵‍💫💍💋✨

what even is this business model??? is someone ✨ misclassifying labor? 💫

aka: what even fucking is a 1099; a true fucking fairy tale

…🤔🤨💭 me visualizing:

(i’m explaining to my independent contractors
that they are being mandated 💫✨to regular
full unpaid work weeks & private one-on-ones
after i’ve paid them nothing—
for half a year…
and then being like:
”lol—what?? 💫✨
it’s just mentoring babe!
oh! and!
i’m keeping all your contacts & clients!
lol!—also
no duty for you tho, silly goose.
and like,
this isn’t supervision,
but i’m your supervisor!
quirky shit, am i right?! heh”)

sounds absolutely legally batshit.

💫✨👏😐

my main financial frat bros
keep legally crying:
”but sam!!
these fuckers are
✨independent contractors, 💫✨
no control,
no duty
really though—
who the fuck even are these people?!”

—

…🤨💭

okie doke.
i’m gunna call bullshit.
so, pick your lie to the judge:

✦ option 1:

if my husband’s texts were true,
then his self-reported personal senior fucking supervisor ✨
was mandating his ass to chronic, unpaid 40-hour work weeks
and clocking him into constant compulsory, private “one-on-ones”
while he made zero fucking sales
—for half a year…

🙃 uh oh!
that’s employee control, babe.
straight-up misclassification.
✨👏😐
you owe wages.
(a fucking lot, send venmo.)
you owe back pay.
you owe taxes.
fucking period.

✦ option 2:

if my husband’s texts were lies,
and he was never actually showing up,
never mandated, 🤨
and absolutely never fucking producing?
then how the fuck do you explain the
november powerpoint—where you literally
put his full name next to my fucking due date
like he was a team fucking mascot. ✨
explain why your office greeted me in december
like he belonged?? hmmmmmm.
explain why you propped up
a fucking ghost with no revenue,
while you explicitly knew—
i was financially on the fucking hook
all fucking pregnancy
under formal fucking inducement?

✨👏😐

so either:
you’re running a wage-theft sweatshop
under the “1099” scam, 🙃
✨or ✨
you’re staging fake optics
to cover why a married dude,
who is obviously shot-the-fuck-out,
and a total non-producer✨ was still
being given access and proximity
after months of “supervised mentoring.”

💫✨

let’s say the obvious:
no senior rep with decades in the game ✨👏😐
“accidentally” blows up the contractor shield.
if she exercised that control,
it was intentional. 💫✨
not because she’s stupid—
because she wanted leverage. 🙃

bro,
…🤨💭 what even is y’alls defense???

fucking nothing.💫✨👏😐

you can’t frat-chant
“no supervision”
while your own office shows either
employee-level control or
flat-out fucking fraud.
both seem ✨fucked for you.✨
pick which one
you’d like
shoved up your ass in discovery.

💫✨

thank you—
for making me crack
the ✨ most repulsive ✨
cubicle insurance scandal
ever recorded in human fucking history. 💫

i know we mocked you about it but we also didn’t see shit

seems normal.

—

so.
why it
feels like drugs.

✨ he starts at #2 in the class.
✨ she’s #1.
✨ he makes zero sales by november.
✨ still zero by december.
✨ i’m pregnant. working. hemorrhaging money.
✨ my husband and his cubicle wife are “hanging out” at her crib DAILY?????
✨ cash advances in $100 increments from the credit card.
(aka blow debit card™ era begins)
✨ he’s spiraling.

she’s…still…thriving??
she’s clear enough, to be on top of those sales??
giving my husband little kickbacks??
for being a good boy?

so…

clearly not addicted
or punching pregnant women.

and meanwhile???
the fucking supervisor
is like
“hey brandon, babe, can you come in all week??”
lmfao
…FOR WHAT PURPOSE.
what is he doing there??
he’s got no clients,
no sales,
no progress,
no stability
but they keep saying come in.
why?

to get high?
to distract him from his wife?
to keep him in a desperate chick’s orbit
long enough
to collapse his marriage
and make her feel important?

because if he’s made no money
but has daily access
and the #1 rep
is also mysteriously available
off hours,
outside the office,
in her APARTMENT?!
like… fucking HELLO?
are we not
gonna intervene
when the ex-military guy
with a TBI
looks like
he’s actively detoxing
on the fucking sales floor???

this man
was functionally disassociating
and she was just…
bringing him home
like a fucking combat Tamagotchi.
“haha come over babe
i made dip
and i might give u a handjob
in between coke lines <3”
like WHAT???
how was this a job?

but…ZERO SALES.
WHOLE ASS PREGNANCY.

and then
you layer in the fact that like…
every woman in that office
was tragically mid as hell
like,
not even respectably messy
just chaotic
LinkedIn bachelorettes
who acted like
being near
a new dude
was a fucking personality type

and yeah.
100% right.
he probably did make out
with more than ten of them.
because that man
was spiraling.
he was broke,
high,
unwashed,
and objectified by a room
full of women
who thought “mentor” meant
“emotional support sex worker.”

(and maybe—
rich white girl w a yayo plug
and a local apartment!!)

and let’s be clear—
this is not a “he said/she said.”
this is a regulatory crisis.
because if the firm
let him get groomed,
used,
manipulated,
and co-signed into collapse,
then they’re complicit.
every manager who saw it and said nothing?
every rep who watched him rot and called it “awkward”?
every woman who used proximity to him
to feel powerful, maternal, important, wanted—
they’re all part of the fucking pipeline.

nah.
flip the whole thing.
drag fucking everyone.

🧌

you took advatange of
a combat vet in recovery—
and his pregnant wife.

baby…did your colleague touch you while you were high??? 😩💔✨

bran—
yo
babe.
hi.
i need to tell you something
and you gotta stay calm
because once you hear this
it’s gonna hit
like a fucking third deployment:

✨🥺🐊

baby!
✨you were groomed.✨

like…
is she still
bankrolling???

baby,
omg.
hallmark predatory technique.✨✨

yeah,
you’re still a narcissistic dickhead
who punched me while
i was 8 months pregnant,
but bro…
bran—
baby.
listen.

i know i’ve said a lot.
you’ve said nothing.
but we both know what
actually happened.

and babe—
if she got you addicted??
FULL.
ASS.
ADDICTED.

😭🙏✨

and not just to drugs.
to your absolute
rock fucking bottom.
and like damn.
did she have to do all that??
did she really have to
feed you stimulants
and guilt
just to get you
to sit still long enough
for a fucking handjob???

like bro
blink twice
if she laced your dopamine
with coke.
because i’m looking back now
and like…
yo.
that was not love.
that was behavioral conditioning.

and be honest with me right now:

did she touch you while you were high???

😭🙏

babe!!!

a fucking victim.

did she wait
until you were all spun out
and couldn’t remember
your daughter’s due date
to start getting
flirty
and pushing up on you
like some cokehead
murder-your-wife therapist???

😭🎻🤏

OMGGGGGG
babe

you
were
groomed
🫣🫠🧌

and listen.
i’m not saying i forgive you.
you still fucking hit me.
you still owe me fucking money.
you still sold me out
while i was changing diapers
and trying to get
fucking insurance coverage.

but bran…
you were bait.
and she hooked you.
and now i look back
at those months
and i’m like
yo.
that wasn’t even your personality.
that was her formula.
uppers + trauma + no money + zero morals = submission

she literally played god with your nervous system.
and the family you actually wanted.
and for what?
a chick we all know you will never wife?
(bro, i can only imagine
your sober regret—
seeing that face in the light)
because babe, lol you will not claim her.
and you still miss me and the kid—
every time you hit rock bottom.

duh. we’re your blood.
the rest was poison.

we were
safe—
sober,
summer,
santa,
sledding,
slumber parties.

nah.
not blow induced car-handjobs.

so
like
honey,
you might’ve
thrown your life in a dumpster—
but baby,
she laughed while
she pissed on that shit.
and now?
she might have
sent you home
broke and high,
but look—
you’re the one with the charges
and a kid you don’t see—
i’m the one with our baby
and a fucking fraud case
and the goddamn goblin???
babe!
she’s just hiding out in nyc
breathing through her mouth
and waiting for us
to fucking implode
like she didn’t
maybe!
feed a recovering combat vet narcotics
on the motherfucking job—

omg!!!

bran.
baby.
listen.
this shit’s not even a threat.
this is a fucking
legal truth bomb
at the bottom
of the emotional crime scene
neither of us built—

because sweetie—
if this company?
if this financial firm,
assigned you a woman
to “motivate” you
who had less trauma education
than a fucking target cashier
but more licensure than you,
and they let her work
directly with you
knowing she had
a deranged fucking
inappropriate crush on you,
knowing you were married,
knowing you were a vet,
trying to be sober
with your wife
with your baby on the way,
and instead of…
helping?

NOPE.

babe,
if she lured you into her home?
she went out drinking with you?
she put herself
between you and your recovery—
between you and your wife and child?
and then
put her hands on you
while your brain
was chemically fucking hijacked????

babe,
that’s not “messy.”
that’s not “complicated.”
that would be
predatory fucking misconduct.

😳🙏✨

and if
she knew
you had a combat history???
if she knew
you had a TBI???
if she knew
you had a kid on the way,
and still made herself
your emotional side-dealer
your physical reward system??
your fucking plug??
your career suicide mission???
your gross-ass mistress?????

then babe,
these assholes
blew this shit up—
your whole fucking family
while we were
at our most fucking vulnerable.

yeah.
baby—you were fucking set up.

because
listen,
you didn’t supply the shit.
you didn’t sign on to her child’s policies,
you didn’t continue to score sales
while your crashed out bestie—
collapsed the fuck inside of it.

because women like this?
babe,
they’ll fuck you over,
for anything—
loyal only to their own wants.
and used to getting
fucking everything,
without
working for a goddamn thing.

😳✨

also…the face. lol.

aka the tragically forever mid minus.

seriously,
babe.
you’ve got felony charges.
did she send you home
coming down off stimulants
and bad breath???
yo. you lost your family.
i’m alone with our kid—
the firm???
babe the firm thinks
this shit is fucking funny—
and the original catalyst???
babe,
she’s still free
and without consequences,
like she didn’t help
convert a marriage
into a fucking body count.

babe,
if that woman
weaponized your trauma
and used the firm's platform
to do it??
then you’re not
just a fuck-up.
you’re a fucking witness.

and i know.
you hate this.
you hate admitting it.
you hate that
the person i saw
wasn’t even you.
you hate that
maybe someone else
pulled the strings.

but that’s what happened.

because
that version of you?
the one who came home
violent,
fucking high,
absolutely vacant,
who didn’t care
about me
or our baby???
who couldn’t look
me in the eye?
who forgot christmas???
babe.
that wasn’t you.

and if it was her—
if she created
that version of you—
took advantage of our family??
of your addiction???
then you need to say it.
baby,
say it out loud.
and take her the fuck down.

✨ get clean.
✨ get therapy.
✨ help me support our child.
✨ and see your fucking kid.

like a real man.

because
fuck this company.
fuck this girl.
and fuck whatever
NDA-shaped muzzle
they probably tried
to lock around your throat.

lol.

you are not the only one
who should be in criminal court.

you were used.
you were sales bait.
we were contact plugs,
fucking premiums.
and i’m not afraid to say it.
i’ll say it in public.
i’ll say it in court.
i’ll say it
under fucking oath.

😭🎻🤏

so say it back.

babe—
you might be trash
but you’re our trash
🙏✨
and if you’re finally
ready to talk?
like really talk?
we can burn this
whole fucking shitshow
to the motherfucking ground.
together.

for justice.

😭🎻🤏

we were vulnerable.
a new family.
this was predatory as fuck.

and that chick is a goddamn menace to society.

and our family??
babe, we got all the impact.

and they got
the contacts, premiums, and goddamn commissions.

😭🎻🤏

but hey,
don’t worry
just tell her you would never 😇
and then
have your lawyer
or your mom?
send me everything.

xoxo

your actual family.

🖤💅🪦

justice for your dopamine receptors, king.

bro, i just woke up from this weird-ass nightmare… ✨🛌👹 powder fucking everywhere ❄️

❄️💤 the cubicle coke party 💤❄️
aka: a fictional dramatization with disturbing attention to detail

(absolutely satire, total fiction, a dreamscape.
any resemblance to real events is legally hilarious.)

—

…a fictitious nightmare…

✨🛌👹❄️✨

✦

last night,
just sleeping next to my baby…
peaceful as fuck
until—
i wake up
soaked in sweat
heart racing
head screaming

this vivid ass nightmare
in my brain,
thank god it’s totally fake✨
and never happened,
exactly like this—

but in the fictional dream?

it’s some random thursday.
✨december 7, 2023✨
maybe.
in the dream.
allegedly.
(yo…IN THE DREAM)
it’s a lame office cubicle holiday party—

people are badly dressed…
everyone looks like
they lost a bet with
h&m clearance 👹🔥
and had a mom
that failed
to shame them
hard enough
to avoid chronic
awkward forward hunching.

anyway.
i show up
✨very visibly pregnant,
just been punched, 😱🔥
trying to survive life—
but clearly
about to have this child.
but babe—
it’s a nightmare
and i’m fucking
oddly paying for some
murderous dude’s
”soft launch”
into a “job”
but like—
we take
✨a lame ass group pic.
and then randomly 💥—
this awkward associate 🧟‍♂️
mouth slightly open
listing her airport layovers—
while everyone
stands there
openly
uncomfortable af.

her energy?
✨ star of the debutante ball for cubicle royalty ✨

but shit—
now? 🧟‍♂️❄️
she’s in the corner,
fucking rocking.
literally.
emotionally.
spiritually.

but yo—
it’s a nightmare 💥
the chick
is fucking weird.
but honestly,
whatever.
forgettable face.

but babe?!?
now she’s sitting
fucking staring at you 🧟‍♂️❄️
yo,
her face breaks.
not in grief.
in ugly-ass entitlement.
because 🧟‍♂️ in her head?
yo, 💥
she was the main character.
this was her nightmare—
✨ 👹🛌😱
and that party??
was her big snow-fueled reveal fantasy✨ ❄️
not your third trimester.

but like,
i just stood there
because—
is she ok??
bitch, i got this
baby bump front and center
and like,
shit—
did this
goblin’s delusion crack?

because like??
✨ fucking unfortunately—
hi—
real wife.
real family.
real baby.
real fucking bruises.
and she starts
fucking shaking,
bro sweating.

(yo, wake me up
—the fuck?) 💤

💭✨

…

❄️ and how does a white-girl
yayo mistress handle
being demoted from
main cubicle character
to snow-supplying ❄️
side piece?

emotional fucking meltdown. 💥

tears, threats, tantrums.
baby,
manipulation.

some light emotional fraud.

but
definitely
not…

💥high tier💥
rich white girl stimulants?

❄️??

💥💥💥💥💥💥💥

certainly NOT.

✨🛌😈

—

babe!
shit,
we can’t wake the fuck up.

💭✨🌪️😱

fuuuuuuuuuck.

then—
cut to:

🕒 5:42 AM —
(in the dream 💤✨)
“had to go to 7/11…
made myself puke…
felt off all night.”

bro, 🌪️😱
you’re still fucking hallucinating,
still in this weird ass nightmare—
but the increasingly
deranged-looking dude?
with an overgrown beard,
eyes twitching,
jaunt-ass face?

bam
demon in this
absolutely not real
fucking nightmare???

✨🛌👹✨

yo,
pre-dad / dad-bod?!
💥left your pregnant-ass bed💥—

(IN THE DREAM)

🥀

…

like—

location turned off?
party just ended???
mouthbreather acting weird?

bro but,
in this nightmare? 💥

shit.

✦ "felt off" = i do blow and then fuck my colleague
✦ vomiting = physical crash + stimulant fucking overload
✦ aka: needed to drive my car

to her apartment…

…
to do a line? …
and get a bj???
in the middle of the night?!?!

(IN THE FUCKING DREAM) 💥💥💥

lol nah,
shut the fuck up.
we’re still nightmaring—fucking chill.

lol,
come on,
that would literally
never FUCKING happen
in real life—
ever.

💥💥💥

but in this fucking nightmare? 💋

✨🛌👹✨

yo.
it is brutal.
you’re cleaning houses,
getting your ass kicked on the regular,
drained fucking everything…
in 6 months.
about
to
goddamn give birth with
💥💥💥 -$600

but…

💋👹✨💥

→ he ran straight to her apartment.
→ in his wife’s car??
→ to manage the meltdown?
→ and snort blow???
→ and probably??…ew.

🏃💨👻✨

and charge it to…
his pregnant wife?💥💥💥

✨

no. no. no.

!

and like,
the work hours?!
babe???

naaaaaaahhhh—
💥 don’t be fucking stupid.

but…

here though???

this is a bad dream💥, babe.✨
the goddamn
fucking nightmare,
that totally
did
not
happen.

…

and here?!?!

baby,
here
she cried, 🥀
he got a sympathy blowjob…

✨(IN THE DREAM)✨

“babe… 😫
you’re still with your pregnant wife?”

and he rolled over—
wiped the powder off his nose,
(IN THIS FAKE-ASS DREAM)

✨💀😱✨

“i know, right? (snorts line)…she’s fucking crazy.”

✨

🌪️😱
🌪️😱
🌪️😱

✨

—

but
then
i

💥💥💥💥 🛌😨💦

WOKE UP—
with a punch to the skull.

in the ER.

💥😰

damn.
shit was crazy.
isn’t that fucking wild?

—

✦

babe, i am
sooooo fucking glad—
that never fucking happened.

🐑🐑🐑...😵‍💫

✶ crim law: field manual for certified menace behavior 🚓🚨

aka: a lil sexy breakdown of power, punishment & people being dumb as hell.

🥷💰

✶

this isn’t just school.
it’s organized power 101.
trial by syllabus.
god-tier mental chess.
a state-sanctioned simulation of
“what happens when you’re inconvenient to empire.”

🔥 👊⚖️💥 🔥

⚖️ the state v. you, babe.
every case is a ritual.
you, the defendant,
are a fucking body.
the law? a mirror.
and the prosecution?
that’s the state
fucking flexing
that it owns
all this shit.
and the fkn dictionary.

—

🧠 intro to crime
made me want to commit
arson philosophically:
✦ punishment theory =
“do we cage you because you earned it
or because we like to scare others with your fate?”
✦ hi Bentham, u utilitarian little bitch.
✦ retribution girls are always ✨just vibes✨ and permanent records.
✦ ask Suitte—my man blinked with the wrong firearm in NYC 🔫
and got bitch slapped with mandatory fucking only.

🩸 actus reus = the “i did the thing” part.
baby, but the law doesn’t just punish action—
it punishes what counts as action.
✦ babe, move wrong? nah. 🚗💨💰
✦ lie to client’s about being a lawyer while very much not one? jail, hun.
(the state does not play with roleplay, motherfucker.)

🗡️ mens rea = “did you mean to fuck up?”
✦ this is where they slice up your brain like it’s a goddamn charcuterie board.
✦ did you intend it? 🥺👉👈
✦ did you know it? (you’re fucked)
✦ were you just reckless or simply a dumbass?

either way, they will classify you like a pokemon.
gotta catchem all motherfucker.

🪦 homicide: the varsity tier of consequences.
✦ negligence that ends in death?
✦ omission that becomes fatal?
the law might say “you didn’t mean it,”
but the morgue still says “you caused it.”

and that’s where it hits:
law isn’t moral.
it’s structural. 🔥

🛒 sex, drugs, theft: the cultural rot exposed.
✦ marital rape wasn’t illegal in new york til the 80s,
🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
✦ coke gets you charged whether it’s a gift or a sale,
✦ rape kits backlog because evidence isn’t “efficient.”
sometimes the crime is the process.
sometimes the system is the rapist.

—

📚🔥 bro.
prof has the range.
i fuck w this dude—
my guy has a lil heart.

so why
do i study this
like a cursed monk
with a fucking vendetta?

bitch,
this shit has got—
no fake neutrality. 💀
no cute fucking euphemisms.
just power, weaponized.
law = language + force + story.

so yeah,
i love this fucking class.

because
once you understand criminal law?
you don’t just survive the system.

you learn how to
hunt inside it.
with fucking teeth.
and receipts.
and every single rule
they swore would protect you
now sharpened
to cut the other fucking way.

🧷 it’s not just about justice.
it’s about jurisdictional vengeance.
and baby,
i’m becoming fluent. 🔥

✶

👻

🎗️💜 bro, you know i was vulnerable as fuck 😭🫂✨

ok.
sammie girl—

listen to your
inner divine baddie—
and let me just say
to myself in the mirror:

”your trauma doesn’t discredit you.”

😭🫂✨

it gave you
a megaphone
and your brain,
even while hemorrhaging,
was still making
fucking legal requests
and compliance queries
to people who
were busy protecting
individuals who tried to kill you.

✨

—

lol
okay.
because—
honestly.
this isn’t revenge.

it is scary.

i wasn’t “mad”
i was clinically fucking unsafe
with no safety net
no parents that were gunna step in
no protection
no plan b
no fucking exits
🧷✨

i was bleeding
from my fucking face
and still thought
my financial rep
was gonna help me
move my FUCKING IRA
babe—
I ASKED HER
TO fucking MANAGE IT.
EXPLICITLY.
MY ONLY RETIREMENT—
THAT’S HOW NAIVE
AND fucking DUMB I AM?
too goddamn trusting—
and she was
actively watching me die
like a fucking sport—

rooting that shit on?!

🫂🥹😭✨

you wanna talk psychological horror?
this isn’t a cheating scandal
this is a system
that saw a DV victim
with prenatal bruising
openly get fucked—
and said:

✨what if we let the guy keep the money and policies✨

—and
cover up
that the wife’s assigned rep
might have also been—
his motherfucking goblin girlfriend.

omg.
i wasn’t jealous
i was fucking dying. 🕊️
i was fucking scared.
✨🕯️😭

and that was taken
full fucking advantage of—

i wasn’t irrational
i was post-concussive

i wasn’t “angry”
i was
literally blacked out
on the floor
after he took
my feet out from under me
and cracked my head
on the wood
from fucking standing—
eight months pregnant
after being
punched so hard
i lost memory
of the whole fucking month

🎗️💜🫂✨

and you fucks
were laughing
in little computer chairs
writing notes about my “tone”
while i was
living in a restraining order fucking hell
with a baby
and all the debt—
and the car note
cosigned in his fucking name

you wanna talk victimhood?
let’s be precise:

🕯️
✶ survivor of severe child abuse / dv
✶ survivor of sexual assault
✶ exploited during pregnancy
✶ choked while 7 months pregnant
✶ cleaning other people’s houses
✶ getting my bank account emptied
✶ credit cards defrauded
✶ maxed out everything
✶ abandoned with a baby
✶ and yet…fucking polite

😭🫂 yo.

and still you
let me walk in
fucking smiling.
like i had
any fucking clue
you were
feeding my demon’s
violent trauma spiral loop
and letting him
bring the fucking plug
into my home?

and what’s worse?
i tried to like y’all
i thought you were “career women”
i thought you were “kind”
i thought you were “looking out for me”

i never once thought
you were fucking predators.

like—
shit, be serious.
why do you think
i DM’ed this bitch—
asking to roll over

✨my fucking retirement account✨

if i knew
she was the same hoe
who was absolutely loving
watching me die?
you think i did that shit
because i thought
she was trying to hurt me?
no.
because i thought
she was actually—
on my fucking team

🔪😫✨

and now
you wanna be confused
why i’m on fire?
why i’m calling
this fucking dangerous✨
not dramatic?

✨😭🫂

because this is
what systemic abuse
looks like
when it smiles
from a fucking cubicle.
this is how women die
while the office laughs.

and let me say it plain:
i begged for help.
i begged for company.
i was isolated, bleeding, shaking
asking people
to come over
trying to fucking connect—
and being
systematically cut the fuck out
because
i needed someone
to witness how
fucking goddamn scared i was
(!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

✨🥀

not even save me.
just see me.

fucking witness what i was surviving—

😭👊💥

look.
the first friend
that fucking asked?
immediately i told her.
”yes, it was him.”
”yes, that’s why i have black eyes”—
”please don’t hate him, but i need help.”

so the office?
i trusted these women.

and still
y’all said lol
nah—let’s fuck her over some more.
then just watched
this shit implode—
until i put it together myself.
like a fucking crime scene.
while sleepless.
while broke.
while sobbing
in the fucking dark.

💔✨

i’m not mad.
i’m sickened.
i’m psychologically wrecked
from realizing
that not one of you
gave a fuck.

and that’s why
i won’t ever shut the fuck up.✨

because if i survive this?
it’ll be the most unhinged thing
you ever witnessed.

🥹🫂💖

✨💭 was this an adderall pipeline? 💊✨

💊🤫✨

not an accusation,
just thinking some shit through—

✨💭✨

because
now that i’m reviewing the record,
i’ve got
serious questions
about whether
my repeatedly
stolen schedule II prescription
was funneled
from a violent domestic environment
into a commission-based financial firm?

because at first?
babe,
i believe he was
funnelling that shit
through a business school network✨
of student customers—

and listen,
i reported the theft.
long ago—
on record,✨
to the boulder pd.
i documented the abuse.
i disclosed the pattern.
and i have receipts.

and then…
he did it again,
and again—💊🤫✨
large quantities
that
he couldn’t physically injest
all at once,
but then—
refused to return any pills.
repeatedly.
💊💊💊💊💊💊✨

so
what i guess i should ask,
legally—
in the near future,
if my controlled medication—
🤔💭💊✨
(that i repeatedly
reported stolen…
by my husband—
to my medical professionals)
💊✨
lawfully intended for me
as a woman with
a long documented
learning disability,
trauma survivor,
main income earner—
receiving documented medical care,
and law student—
was redistributed without consent?
to enhance the productivity
of men
and cubicle co-conspirators
with something to sell?

💊💊💊💊💊💊✨🤫😈

i’m not accusing,
i’m just
doing some
mental mapping—

✨💭🤫✨

then
we’re not talking
interpersonal misconduct anymore.
we’re talking
drug diversion.
i think—
we’re talking federal crimes.
and we’re talking
every single person
who fucking touched it
being part of the fucking chain.

🤫😈💊✨

someone better
start checking the logs.
reviewing those text messages,
hoping there’s not
gaps of deletions happening—
and praying
the pills
didn’t end up in your pipeline.

💊💊💊💊💊💊✨

😑🤔💭 running legal math in my head—

✦ origin:

prescription written for you, legally.
diagnosis on file: ADHD, PTSD,
law student, business owner, trauma survivor.
controlled substance, Schedule II—
that’s federal law shit.
stored in your residence.
stolen repeatedly, under threat and violence,
while you were pregnant, recovering from surgery,
while you were trying to fucking survive.

✦ now here’s where it gets deeply cursed. 💭

★ if your stolen medication—
intended to help you focus, survive, earn, study—
was potentially used to fuel a high-pressure sales culture
by the same man who abused you
and benefited financially while you were disabled, pregnant, and isolated.

★ …was your stolen prescription the unofficial performance-enhancer
of a culty commission firm that ran off coffee, trauma, and quarterly sales goals?

💊✨ did your pills grease the gears of fuckboy mutual™?

🤔💭

✦ and now thinking about… the federal implications:

★ theft of a controlled substance
★ distribution without a license
★ diversion from medical use
★ possession with intent to distribute (if the amounts were high)
★ trafficking (if money or goods changed hands)
★ cross-state implications (since he moved with your meds from CO to NJ to TX)
★ conspiracy if anyone else knew, aided, encouraged, or benefited.

💊✨🤔💭

🚨💭
if he jacked
even one pill
out of your possession knowingly?
it’s diversion.
he took bottles by force.
that’s felony theft and
drug diversion and possibly distribution.

🪄✨ you’re a broke, wife-beater: not obsessed, just embarrassed for you

(that also abandoned your kid for a full year)

🪄aka: “not obsessed. just legally unbothered.”

baby.
i just need you
to understand one thing.
since you’re
nonstop stalking me
in coordination
with your
“forgot to brush her teeth”
office goblin—
with her full name.
because clearly
you’re a little confused.
(and, like… still obsessed.)

btw—
does that
piss her off? lol.

listen—

i want you both
to leave me the fuck alone.

i’m not watching you.
i’m not missing you.
i’m not praying for your
✨redemption arc✨.

i want you both—
to go away.
fucking forever.

my guy.
i am cringing for you.
because holy shit—
you really epicly
fucking
fumbled
the entire simulation.

like—
for you?
💥 🫨
this is your worst nightmare.
you have to claim her now publicly—
when you openly and legally had
a bad bitch 🧚‍♀️✨
with a credit score,
a full spine,
a personality,
a heart and a vibe—
and she funded
your entire fucking life.

and you still couldn’t stop.
you were addicted to sabotage.
so the second someone
gave you attention?
and some fucking money?!
you cracked
like a fucking nut.

aka legacy-admission
daddy donated to the school energy.
dumpster-diving impulse control.
congrats.

you’re shallow,
babe.
kiddie pool shallow—
like i know you
this is killing you,
because her?
lol.
and your “friends”
you desperately wanna impress—
are gunna be like,
💀 “brrrrooooo. lmfao.”
and that means i know
you are in deep spiral—
because
you let some desperate,
boring, mid af woman
believe she could
replace me—✨🤡
while i was still funding your life.

and now?
you’re fucking stuck with her.
because we know
she’s obsessed—
you threw your
entire family away
because you
fucked up so badly
you had to
punch your pregnant wife
just to destabilize her enough
to keep the lie going.

like…
you really tried to
kill the witness
to keep your lil crusty side quest alive.
with a goblin-shaped tax fraud
who thinks
tenure at Northwestern Mutual
means you're a good dad.

like… kill the wife
and absorb the role.

🧚‍♀️✨

heh.
how’s that going?

'cause the “legacy”?
yeah, y’all nuked that too.
you threw your whole family away
and beat your pregnant wife
into a dissociative state
because you couldn’t keep up the fraud—

🪄✨

(quick sidebar—
how’s the
🧾 IRS audit?
still owe $10k—
from….one year alone…LMFAO
what about the
🧾 $5k in back child support?
🧾 ✨va dependent pay fraud✨
…still unresolved?)

babe, i’m reporting everything.

are your lawyers
even allowed
to accept money
from a client
who’s in
constructive contempt
of multiple court orders?

just wondering.
since you’ve got
four attorneys
but refuse to pay $87/week
for your own daughter.
✨on record.✨

congrats.
four lawyers.
zero retirement accounts.
🫶

but let’s clear one thing up.
you really think
this is about me being
obsessed with you?

yikes.
i’m scared of y’all.

because you clearly
have zero ethics or boundaries.

even when the client
is pregnant.

babe.
i didn’t even clock the affair.
not once.
because i was too busy
not dying
while raising our kid alone
in a home you tried
light on fucking fire—
while your office laughed about it.

and the only reason
i found out?
was because your
dumbass little advisor
couldn’t help herself on a zoom
and dropped the vibe like a fucking anvil.

do you know how mid
you have to be
for me to not
suspect an affair
because my
bar for you was that low?
💀💀💀

and still—
i walked away.
never tried to contact you.
ever.
you hadn’t paid support in a year.
i wasn’t chasing you.
i had better shit to do.
i actually didn’t care.

🪄 until
the fraud started lining up
with the bruises,
and the deleted accounts,
and the federal paper trail—
and suddenly
your little “office fling”
looked more like
a civil rico starter pack.

so let’s be clear,
you’re a wife-beater.
and this isn’t about you.
it’s about your choices.
your co-defendants.
your pattern of abuse.
and the documented misconduct
being labeled for court.

you’re not a mystery.
you’re not even interesting.
you’re fucking dangerous.

you’re a man who lied on the record,
cheated in the open,
and got outwitted
by the sleep-deprived single mom
you thought would stay silent.

you didn’t
beat the system.
you married
the baddest bitch.

(ask the teams of lawyers
dancing in circles
to defend your
bullshit
versus…
just me
hehe)

and fucked it up
for a nightmare
with crusty teeth,
zero personality
and an obsession
that just won’t quit.

enjoy the lawsuit,
lover boy.
✶✶

i didn’t fucking know 😭

y’all think
this is a joke,
but seriously.
i didn’t know.

😭

seriously—
no fucking idea.
babe,
he punched me
into fucking black out.
and i trusted these people.
i re-enrolled in shit 😭
post estrangement.
i fucking cried
when my new rep
offered to babysit.
(and then only
solicited paperwork)
i liked that bitches
story posts—
when i actually
followed her back.

yo.
literally
no idea.

because like?
nah,
no one would do that.
that’s evil shit.

😭

so—
i am sobbing.
like actually fucking wrecked.
because it just hit me:

it was all a fraud.
the entire marriage.
the entire pregnancy.
the entire first year of being a mom.

by people i trusted.
people i bought gifts for.
people i cried to
while being choked out
behind closed doors.

😭

and they knew.
they knew.
and they fucking smiled anyway.

and i fucking believed them.

😭

two
fucking
years.
my entire fucking
living memory—
of the creation
and existence of
the only fucking family
i ever got.

and it was a fucking lie.

two years—
of being gaslit,
lovebombed,
exploited,
fucking watched.

while begging for help
and getting fucking punched
in the goddamn face.

😭😭😭😭😭😭

i didn’t see it.
because i would fucking never.
because i was trying to survive it.

but fuck—
now i do.
and i’m
never gunna
fucking unsee it again.

🥀

i trusted you—
🩷 so fuck every last one of you.

✨what feels like…✨ having an active malicious stalker 👀🔪👤🌳

✶ or—😨✨
let’s all act like
this isn’t an absolutely insane
level of professional misconduct.

✨👏😐

aka: what y’all are calling “just views” is legally flirting with a stalking charge.

—

let me first say,
thank you for the ongoing ptsd.

✨👏😐

because honestly?
it’s abusive.
so please,
cut the bullshit
this isn’t a misunderstanding.
this is textbook
escalatory contact
by someone with
no lawful reason to access me—
and a known history of proximity to
a dude that tried to kill me,
when they were
peak fucking cubicle besties.

the silence
from corp?
the slow-walking
response from her legal rep?
the lack of disclosures
while i beg for fucking clarity
and get watched instead?

by all of you?
on the record?
for months??

that’s not a policy violation.
sounds like—
that’s facilitated stalking.

—

here's what you can't explain away:

★ this random-ass goblin was never my friend
★ she is no longer my financial rep (!!!!!!!!)
★ she has no current business contacting, viewing, following, or accessing my accounts
★ she deleted the account that tied us professionally after i sent a legal hold
★ she immediately reappeared using her full face and legal name on another platform
★ she viewed my content repeatedly from october 2024 and september 2025
★ while i was:
→ under a restraining order✨
→ fleeing domestic violence
→ caring for a newborn alone
→ requesting safety clarifications from the firm
→ documenting every fucking interaction

and the firm ✨knew this✨
because i told them.
in writing.
multiple fucking times.

—

now add ✨motive + means✨:

✦ she allegedly sent money to my husband while
↳ i was being financially drained, physically abused, and isolated
✦ she had internal access to my accounts, documents, medical records and timeline
↳ via a role she never should have been in✨
✦ she seems to have reappeared near him geographically
↳ during a known period of escalation and potentially—his fucking arrest
✦ she continues to monitor me in real time
✦ she has made zero attempts to clarify or correct behavior

—

under any competent legal analysis, this reads as:

★ pattern of unwanted conduct
★ directed at a specific person
★ causing serious emotional distress
★ after express notice
★ with prior warning from a protected party
★ following a deletion of formal contact
★ during ongoing litigation and criminal proceedings

you think a judge won’t find that significant?

fucking try me.

—

and the psychological damage?

i don’t sleep.
i can barely eat.
i track exits.
i screen-record pings.
i escalate to security.
i document the fucking fallout with my child in the frame.

because when
your abuser is lawyered up
and paying nothing toward child support,
and the girl allegedly helping him
won’t stop watching you?

that’s not “awkward.”
that’s weaponized uncertainty.

and this firm—
this multi-billion-dollar
fiduciary institution—
still hasn’t told me
what the f*ck she was doing
in my life in the first place.

that is fucking scary.
i’m alone with a fucking baby.

these are two ivy league grads,
with access to money,
my info—
my fucking life,
apparently
actively stalking me
mid-co-conspired fraud litigation

centered on them.✨

fucking COOL.

—

final legal note
for whoever’s still pretending:

you don’t get to call it “public”
when it’s directed,
repeated,
trauma-producing,
and post-termination.

you don’t get to call it “harmless”
when it causes
documented psychological harm
and meets the legal standard
for surveillance,
retaliation,
and fucking stalking
under both state and federal law.

and you don’t get to say
“we didn’t know”
when i’ve been telling you
for months—
in writing—
that this behavior is
obsessive,
threatening,
fucking dangerous,
ongoing,
unwanted,
and un-fucking-acceptable.

—

🩷 every view
🩷 is now
🩷 a live violation.

ﾒ૦ﾒ૦

finance & fucking ✨fairy dust✨

what in the—
crackhead cinderella story? 🧚‍♀️✨

welcome to the delusion of
the financial firm fucking fairytale
straight from hell—

get ready to
steady repeat the
inner monologue of—
”the fuck?”
babe,
they market castles.
i got a halfway house with a fraud ring.
shorties brag “flexible, lucrative, compliant.”
i got broke, beaten, fucking lied to, and
evidently
almost murdered 😭🔪✨
in a violent attempt
to conceal an in-office goblin liaison— ✨

…third trimester.✨

🪄

✨
🧚‍♀️✨
🌈🦋🍄✨
🔮✨
✨
✨
✨
🤫✨
📱💔
😈🐍✨
🤥💍🚗✨

…

girl—
💥 shit ain’t a fucking fairy tale.
it was a fucking goddamn hostage situation in subpar work attire.

💥👊✨🤫🚪🚶

—

let’s review the notes—

🧚‍♀️✨ what nm claims:
“first-year earnings
$50k–$100k, denver avg $75k.”

✨poof 🪄🎩✨🐇 💥 reality =

🤥🐍 hubby (while i was pregnant):
under $2,000 in 7 months.
≈2% of their own advertised range.
i was in that office.
i brought my mom.
i met the reps at parties.
not one of them said, “he’s failing.”

—

🧚‍♀️✨ what nm claims:
“flexible schedule, be your own boss, work-life balance.”

🪄✨💥

🤥🐍 what hubby actually did:
60 hours a week chained to their office.
home 7–8pm, sometimes midnight.
texts about “group work” and “strategy sessions.”
he’s parking 15 minutes away,
feeding me bar-lunch / night excuses.
that is not “flexible.” appears to be cover.

—

🧚‍♀️✨ what nm claims:
“mentorship, licensing support, path to success.”

🪄✨💥

🤥🐍 what hubby actually did:
i liquidated $8k tuition refund.
+ $10k in savings—
borrowed $5k from my grandma—
i covered $15k+ in licensing, travel, expenses.
i took on a $40k car loan. ($5k down)
he totals my paid off car within 3 months.
(via late night errand to nowhere)
all in…7 fucking months.
for him to produce nothing.
his “mentorship” = being told by a senior advisor
he had to be in the office every day, all week,
while i was in my third trimester.
he quit soon after. (out of fucking nowhere)

—

🧚‍♀️✨ what nm claims:
“compliance protects the client, conflicts disclosed.”

🪄✨💥

🤥🐍 what hubby & financial rep. actually did:
january 12, 2024: she’s assigned as my consultant.
already inappropriate with him? in retrospect? seems so.
january 16: i’m in the ER, victim of DV.
january 17: she venmos him $100. why? i have no fucking idea.
weeks later, she’s in my house, holding my newborn.
no disclosure. no reassignment.
compliance muted.

—

🧚‍♀️✨ what nm claims:
“reps start with warm contacts, convert friends & family.”

🪄✨💥

🤥🐍 what hubby actually did:
he ripped 300 names from my phone.
converted zero.
0/300.
he kept telling me “he was about to close”
do the math: even cold calls close at 2–5%.
warm market should have landed something.
the only explanation: he wasn’t actually working.
you would think the office that induced me while
pregnant to fund him…would…notice?

—

🧚‍♀️✨ what nm claims:
“networking events are occasional, optional.”

🪄✨💥

🤥🐍 what hubby actually did:
constant late nights, bars, “off-site meetings.”
near-midnight + never home; every week.
no revenue, no record, no disclosure.

—

🧚‍♀️✨ what nm claims:
“policy servicing is transparent, owners notified.”

🪄✨💥

🤥🐍 what hubby & nm actually did:
policies tied to my bank account
were lapsed, changed, voided and
reassigned behind my back.
no notice. no consent.
i only learned in 2025 when my
new advisor admitted—
my original rep? girl was removed for an
“awkward relationship” with my fucking husband.

—

💥 🫨

wtf just happened here?

✨🤥✨🚗💥👊✨
they market flexibility,
income, and compliance.
what i lived was
forced office hours, zero pay,
300 stolen contacts,
being beaten into submission—
when i question
an emotionally/financially invested
female “team-member”
who is openly fucking encouraged—
who straight cut out the legal wife,
to get to the client’s husband—
he punched me in the fucking head.✨💥

we got—
policy tampering,
silence
and overt concealment
from every single one of them—
who shook my hand
while i was carrying his child.

—

🪄✨💥

what’s that
look like to y’all?

my husband
💥 earning
$1.10 an hour—
my entire fucking pregnancy.

✨🌈🦋

🧚‍♀️✨ finra

legal gaslighting; the audacity of weaponizing trauma in 2025

✦

so let me get this straight.
y’all who got
access to case law,
endless legal resources,
ethics training,
mad fucking dough,
and (presumably) fucking google…
decided that the move—
the strategy,
the fucking flex—
the goddamn million billable hours—
was to comb through
my fucking
domestic violence
trauma blog.
150+ pages.
of raw disclosures.
of dissociation.
of survival.
of fucking healing work.
on the reg.
on repeat—
for fucking months.

processing that—
wasn’t even about y’all
(half of which predates your involvement)
and then???
twist it into some psych eval
fucking cosplay
to try to distract from
the actual goddamn issue:
you’re defending a fraud case.
and a negligence case.
and a misconduct case.
against a pro se,
abuse surviving,
single mother.
who literally
told you in real-time
that she was in danger.

—

so here’s what we’re not gonna do:
pretend this is normal.
pretend it’s ethical.
pretend it isn’t
fully fucking documented
that for months,
y’all have been actively surveilling
a domestic violence victim’s trauma blog
during an open legal matter—
involving dv,
fraud,
and fiduciary misconduct.
and then using that access
to build a credibility smear campaign,
instead of turning over
a single goddamn material document
that was due to me
the second i asked for it—
while i was
actively in fucking crisis.

no.
not just no—
absolutely fucking not.

—

listen.
you’re not reviewing evidence.
let’s be fucking real—
you’re not reading
for material fact.
you’re reading for fucking tone.
you’re reading to see
if i sound “too angry,”
“too messy,”
“too emotional”
aka—too much like a real fucking victim.

nah.
weak ass shit.
you’re dissecting a fucking lifeline.
a digital fucking cathedral—
for a domestic violence victim
mid-fucking-collapse.
pathetic.
legally dogshit.

—

and here’s
what’s not just gross,
but objectively negligent:

🔹 trauma narratives aren’t chronological.
you are literally misreading
the neurobiology of trauma.
memory does not unfold like a screenplay.
it fragments.
loops.
resurfaces.
that’s not “inconsistency.”
that’s classic trauma processing.

🔹 survivor disclosures are not admissions.
they’re coping mechanisms.
that blog? it’s not a deposition.
it’s the only place i had to metabolize
what was happening when
i was isolated,
under threat,
and actively being financially
and physically destabilized.
and let’s not forget, all while being—
actively fucking ignored by every single one of you,
via private communications.
so yo,
i wasn’t testifying.
i was bleeding into a fucking keyboard.

🔹 complex trauma ≠ unreliable narrator.
but you’re hoping it plays that way, huh?
you’re banking on the fact that
i cried, screamed, got disoriented, looped back,
forgot a date, had an emotional whiplash at 3am—
and you’re gonna use that to try and impeach my credibility.
that’s not just dirty.
it’s fucking incompetent.

🔹 you’re retraumatizing a known victim
in violation of nearly every clinical best practice,
domestic violence advocacy protocol, and ethical boundary
in modern legal fucking defense.

—

and no—
you don’t get to say it was “research”
when what you were
researching was my fucking pain
in lieu of providing one of the material facts
i was repeatedly begging for
when i was postpartum,
in active danger,
reporting ongoing surveillance,
and trying to ensure my child’s safety.

—

and to be precise—
i wasn’t just
writing about you.
i was writing through a lifetime of shit
that predates this entire fucking case.
what you’re doing is called
cross-contamination of trauma timelines.
and it’s not just unfair—
it’s psychologically harmful.

—

you're weaponizing unprocessed pain.
you're treating my attempts
to survive abuse
as litigation vulnerabilities.
you're reducing
a healing record
into a fucking gotcha game.
and that’s—
extremely fucked up.

—

and let me ask you—
would you do this to a man?
to a combat vet?
to a priest?
to a child abuse survivor
who coded their story
through fucking poetry?

or do
you just do it to
women like me—
women who got loud?
who named fucking names?
who told the fucking truth?

—

so here’s
the legal hot take
you didn’t ask for
but desperately fucking need:

in 2025,
if your defense strategy is
“make her trauma look crazy,”
lol,
you’re not clever.
you’re not strategic.
you’re—
maliciously out-fucking-dated.

the public
knows better now.
the courts are
catching the fuck up.
and real ethical attorneys
would be advising you to stop.

but by all means,
keep reading.
just know—
every click you make
is another record for
retaliatory pattern,
ethical misconduct,
and survivor intimidation.

and i’m documenting every.
single.
one.

🖤

✦ clinical trauma-informed roast,
brought to you by:
a victim who lived to tell the story—
and sued the fuck back.

concealment is over. 💫 chain of custody is live. ✨📢

✶ public notice
(since you play semantics in private):
you made it crystal
that in private you dodge,
delay,
and try intimidation.
cool.
i’m putting this in public,
where you can’t pretend
you didn’t see it.

🥀

this is a litigation hold,
not vibes.

—

why do y’all act
like this is
legal quantum fucking physics✨—
frantically
fucking ducking
basic material facts
like,
if you evade hard enough,
play some
elite level 💫✨
semantics gymnastics—
i won’t notice you’re
concealing criminally relevant shit.
dope.

😶‍🌫📄🔥✨

babe,
let’s just
pin it,
and
cut the shit—

📌 ✨
the cover-up
is the evidence.
and you’re logged
in the fucking chain of custody.

📌✨
that wasn’t discretion.
it was concealment. 💫✨

—

no names.
no games.
stop being fucking vague about—

✨💥 material facts💥✨

—

🗣️✨
i want to be really
fucking clear:

—

if evidence confirms
that a financial services rep 💫
at my husband’s office:

✨🤫📄🔥

1. initiated and maintained
an undisclosed personal relationship
with him during his employment (july 2023–jan 2024) —
while he was married,
financially dependent on me,
and a known combat veteran
with ptsd and addiction history—

🔥

2. kept private, off-channel communications
active for years, including during our marriage,
my pregnancy, and our separation —
while actively blocking all contact with me,
despite holding professional responsibilities
over accounts tied to me and my child—

🔥

3. engaged me as a client in name only—
then kept me off-channel, blocked or delayed
my transfers / rollover of securities,
and refused to service my requests, while
servicing only my husband via private comms
despite no legitimate revenue or business from him;

🔥

4. enabled or facilitated off-book financial transfers
(including venmos), allowing him to conceal income
and keep stalling with “money’s coming,”
while i was defrauded into funding tens of thousands—
his licensing, his car, our bills, his entire life—
under coercion and escalating violence—

🔥

5. had full knowledge — or legal duty to know—
that this was a textbook DV and financial abuse scenario,
based on her own securities & insurance training,
and still chose to continue—
while i was visibly pregnant and being
manually strangled and punched in the head—

🔥

6. may have actively participated in credit card fraud against me,
including in november 2023, when my husband used my
credit and debit cards to extract hundreds of dollars
via cash advances— ✨🫂
during seemingly peak affair activity—
and if even one dollar of that spending benefited her,
knowing i was funding his entire career,
she didn’t just enable fraud—
she joined the fucking conspiracy.

🔥

7. maintained private contact post-separation,
after protective orders were in place, and
while my husband was out on felony bond for domestic violence—
no disclosures, no audit trail, no accountability—

🔥

8. and ultimately exited her role and/or their relationship
with no explanation, despite a direct conflict of interest,
access to my financial records, and clear exposure to misconduct—

🔥

9. and kept the stalking/surveillance going
right into this month (september 2025) —
documented and preserved;
with her whole legal face and fucking name.
🔥

10. and crucially—
this shit has been ongoing since october 2024,
despite multiple fucking restraining orders in place.
with no conflict disclosure.
no notice of departure from my account.
no justification for silent surveillance
while maintaining zero professional contact.
while she deleted socials that i was actively attempting to
contact her on via my only open channel—
(pre filing)
that she blatantly ignored. and then destroyed.
and yet — she continues watching on alternate platforms
my personal social media—
bro.
what kind of sick power play is that?
baby, that is threatening as fuck.

🔥

11. at this point, it’s potentially
co-fucking-synchronized stalking
from seemingly both my husband and her,
at the exact same time —
her with her whole-ass name and face,
and him on a alternating burner account,
not denying an affair —
nah.
harassing me.

🔥

if that shit is factual?
and y’all know it?

then she was not just reckless.

🗣️✨
she was the
fucking central catalyst and co-architect
of both a financial fraud✨ and
a lethal domestic violence escalation💫—

a pattern that
nearly got me
fucking killed while pregnant
and financially fucked me
for the foreseeable fucking future.

…and if discovery confirms
it was also
a sexual relationship—
layered into that misconduct?

bro.
nah.
don’t gaslight this.
she wasn’t just ignoring the fucking risk—
she fucking manufactured it.

🗣️✨ and you all fucking know it.

🗣️✨ so again.
stop the fucking games.

if you already know—
or you refuse to ask directly?
refuse to investigate?
refuse to confirm?
…yo. 🚨

so,
like i was saying—

✨💔 this timeline supports the elements of:

✶ aiding & abetting domestic violence
✶ fraudulent inducement
✶ credit card fraud
✶ civil conspiracy
✶ insurance & wire fraud
✶ theft by deception
✶ unjust enrichment
✶ fiduciary breach / professional misconduct
✶ witness intimidation
✶ stalking & protective-order violations

✨

the financial timeline,
the physical violence,
the concealment,
and the communications
now form a single,
prosecutable pattern.

👮🏻‍♂️👮🏽😢💀✨

so listen,
acting like—
this is fucking
chill???

nah.
it’s not.

it’s potentially ✍🏼✨
an actual fucking crime. 💫

🗣️✨ all esi is preserved.

for the second time
since notice of imminent litigation;
this is a formal litigation hold:

i’ve documented the
ongoing surveillance💫—
for months,
with zero fucking clarity.

✨🫵😶‍🌫🔒

do not delete,
alter, 💫
or destroy: ✨
✦ texts,
✦ imessages,
✦ emails,
✦ dms,
✦ venmo/zelle/cashapp records,
✦ crm logs,
✦ call/FaceTime histories,
✦ slack/teams chats,
✦ cloud backups,
✦ calendar invites,
✦ location data,
✦ bank/brokerage records,
✦ document versions,
✦ metadata, or
✦ device auth logs.

spoliation = adverse inference + sanctions 💫✨
✨ subpoenas are coming.

clarification
for the confused:

🗣️✨

if any of these
relevant facts
are confirmed?
i will absolutely
refer
the full record ✨
to prosecutors
and every DA
in the fucking jurisdiction.

✨🤝🏻✨

that is a promise. 😀✨

so please,
respectfully—
stop fucking with me. ✨

ﾒ૦ﾒ૦💋

sam lowe

🥀✨

(✨opinion based on preserved evidence in active litigation. names intentionally omitted. ✨all rights reserved.)

✨🫵😶‍🌫✨

finra👻✨

🏰🧚‍♀️✨ can you fucking imagine? 🤰🥊💥💰✨

aka:
a cheater
and a beater

the full fucking package.

✨👹🔥✨🤰🥊💥💰✨

—

bro,
it’s a fucking
fairy tale.

🏰🧚‍♀️✨

nah,
really
picture this shit—

you date some clown.
he immediately
starts couch-surfing
at your place,
bro instantly
lies,
steals pills,
starts drinking to full blackout—
definitely text cheats,
plays broke-boy fucking olympics.
you block him.
case fucking closed.

✨💋

except nah.
combat vet.
ptsd.
full-fucking blown
individual misusing
substances. (plural)
but the war, babe.
aka the
“he’s been through shit”
excuse starter pack.
so
babe,
you try grace.
you bring him home
for christmas,
stays a month—
knows the whole fam,
falls back into habits.
burns that shit.
you
block his ass,
again.

—

fast forward—
this dickhead crawls
back out of
the depths of hell
via email,
baby—
“i need your help.”
and
because
you’re fucking
soft-hearted,
you answer.

🪦✨

context:
you
miscarried last year.
you’re still
fucked up
from it.
the dude you really
wanted to be daddy?
babe,
he already
knocked up
another chick
and is playing
house or whatever—
over fucking there.

—

so armed
with that fucking
knowledge
of that bottomless-ass pain—
this motherfucker
slides in with,

🏰🧚‍♀️✨ ”sam, let me be your baby daddy.”

obviously
weaponizing
your suffering
like a fucking
get out of jail free card.

✨🗑️✨

—

babe.

boom,
pregnant instantly. 💫
you text him the stick pic.
straight ghosts for 24 hours.
translation: had to run
and cry to the ex.
(sadly been there)
but then
shit, ✨🔪
he reappears,
lovebombing
the fucking shit
out of you
into
🏰💭🦄✨🧚‍♀️
legal fucking marriage.
so
june 2023,
one month pregnant,
and he swears
it’s forever,
babe
he’s
“locked the fuck in.”

🪄✨🫂💥

—

weeks later,
linkedin recruiter
sends him a lil
“come work for us ;)”
✨🐷🏛️💰🤝🏻✨
fuck—
you’re like
babe,
kinda seems like
a fucking pyramid scheme—
but suddenly?
he’s at a financial firm. 🐷🤝🏻✨
and babe,
after his interview?
they request specifically
that you, his wifey
come in fucking office—
to the glass building
with their name
plastered on the fucking side.
girlie,
they sit you down,
now 8 weeks pregnant—
pitch you ✨🤡
fucking fairy tales
about ✍🏼✨🐷🤝🏻✨
“sky’s the limit” money,
as long as you
bankroll him through licensing.
and you’re thinking,
“ok maybe stability.”

✨👹⚔️👿✨

—

fucking plot twist:
congratulations babe!
you just signed up
for hell
and a wasteland
of fucking demons
and financial devastation.

✨🤝🏻💰👹🔪💔✨

here we fucking go.
he’s paired
with a genetically tragic
female coworker,
whole office
treating it
like a high school rerun—
💰😈🪓
yo.
now he disappears.
you’re pregnant,
hustling multiple jobs,
cleaning houses,
paying bills,
giving him your paid-off car,
draining
fucking thousands
in savings.
maxing out credit cards,
he’s just,
always gone.

🐍✨

angel—
his excuse:

“i’m at the office.” 🙏🏼✨🤷🏼‍♂️

his location:

“is that a random condo in denver?”
”a fucking brewery?”
”turned the fuck off”

✨🤘🏼🤷🏼‍♂️✨

lmfao
yo—
do the math.

💔👻✨

you confront him?
start trying
to leave him?
lol.
yo, record shows,
everytime
you got loud
about his fuckery—
asked if he was cheating,
or flat out
asked for a fucking divorce?
babe—
he beats
the fucking
shit out of you.
🤰🥊💥💰✨
bro,
it was so bad,
i seriously blocked
this shit out.
the main records?
hospital.
court.
photos.
the fucking texts.

✨💔🐍

yo.
picture it.
second trimester.
third trimester.
pregnant belly,
bruises on my skull.
you’re literally
growing life
while he’s trying
to knock it fucking
out of you.

and still—
yo,
you’re begging him
to leave your house,
and he fucking won’t.
gaslighting like
it’s an
actual career path.

✨👨🏼👹🔥✨🤷🏼‍♂️

“baby it’s trish making me stay late.” 🙏🏼✨🤷🏼‍♂️

oh right.
trish.
definitely trish.

and when you’re
8 months pregnant?
husband has made
zero income ✨
your entire
fucking pregnancy?
and you’re wondering
why he’s at the office ✨
from dawn
until fucking…
whenever.

✨👤 🤷🏼‍♂️✨

babe,
can you work from home?

🤫❤️📱

“nah babe,
i know
you’re full term—
and i made
absolutely
no fucking money
in almost six months,
and your bank account
is now
in the negative,
but

trish is insisting
i’m physically in-office
all week…

✨🤷🏼‍♂️✨

lol
while
you manage
the dogs
by yourself
:(
—but it’s for the fam”

✨🫂🤷‍♀️

(meanwhile,
other coworkers
aren’t coming in at all,
fucking straight
zooming in
with their cameras off
lmfao cool.)

✨🤷🏼‍♂️✨

—

the fuck? 😀✨

by delivery time?
your bank account:
fucking cratered.
😀✨
your car: babe,
he totaled that shit,
in 3 months.
😀✨
your savings: zero.
😀✨
his income: zero.
😀✨
the office goblin?
still creeping,
“just a work friend”
funneling fucking perks.
you’re paying for
their affair
with fucking overdraft fees.

✨🤰💥🥊✨🤷🏼‍♂️✨

and by
cleaning houses,
9 months pregnant, 👏🏻✨
so they can grab
a lunchbreak beer.

✨🤷🏼‍♂️✨

and extort
almost a grand,
off your credit card,
in a month—
at peak liaison
date ranges 💫

✨🤷🏼‍♂️✨

straight up—
evidently,
paying 👏🏻✨
for meals / hotels,
for my husband
and his coworker, 👏🏻✨
while pregnant.

👏🏻🤰✨

yup.

😘💳✨🫥

—

and cherry on fucking top?
babe,
she’s magically
“assigned”
to manage your money,
aka, the whole fucking reason,
you agreed to this shit
in the first place.
for fucking finances.
you try to move
your accounts,
rollover fucking assets,
finally.
actually handle
the adult shit.
you know,
shit you
talked about
in those
”financial meetings”
that induced you
into the fucking firm,
from the fucking jump.

✨🤡✨🤷🏼‍♂️✨

but when you ask?
yo.
this bitch ghosts.
leaves you in the insta dm’s,
with no other channel
✨🤡 for direct contact.
doesn’t give her number.
effectively blocks you
the fuck out.
her first outreach?
an auto email
✨🤡
asking for
your medical records.
like,
what?
hi.
like imagine— ✨🤡
you’re abused,
broke,
pregnant,
fucking dying—
and the “professional”
✨🤡🪓
handling
your money
only pops up like,

🗣️
“hey babe,
forward me
your complete,
private fucking
health history.”

✨🐊✨

—

yup.

that’s the picture.
no fiduciary talk.
no legal geometry.
just:
✨🤡🪓
he cheats.
he beats.
he steals.
and the firm?
hands the side chick
”in training”
with zero
fucking supervision—
your life
in a fucking manila folder.

—

🤰🥊💥💀💰✨

and then
the encore.

after all that—
the cheating,
the bruises,
the manual fucking strangulation,
the broke-ass lies,
the overdrafts,
the totaled car,
the goblin-turned-advisor?

this original fucking company ✨💀🪓🙂

the same one
that lured him in
on fucking linkedin
when you were
newly married ✨
and barely pregnant, ✨
comes for you.
after lapsing all
three fucking policies—

like,

👈✨👉

✨ “nah—girlie?
what if you’re the fucking problem.” ✨

🕊️

🕊️

🕊️

🕊️

ok. ✨💩✨

ma’am.
i’m on fucking welfare.
your poster boy
✨🤥💍🤫❤️‍🔥✨
stole my fucking
entire tuition refund.
swore his GI Bill was mine—
then snatched that shit
for himself.
straight up
abandoned his daughter.
🏃💨
no visits.
no calls.
no child support.
(it’s $87 and court mandated)
hasn’t seen her face,
in almost a full fucking year.
fucked my savings,
stole $3k tax refund,
because
he apparently
hadn’t paid
since like
fucking 2022 🦈💥
left me drowning
with all the fucking debt,
for cars to get to an office,
where he could—
fuck with an office goblin
while robbing me fucking blind,
babe,
straight
chokes me out
when i caught the fuck on.

✨🤰💰🔫✨

shit is a fucking nightmare.
left me with the baby,
and all the fucking bills.

and then
this absolutely demonic
financial instituition,
you—
👹✨💸
the company that
lit the fucking match—
are forcing me
to drag their ass
into court.

🤡✨

—

front page shit:

🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
financial firm
recruits violent
broke vet,
conceals ongoing
office affair,
lets him
fucking demolish
pregnant wife’s life,
beat her into compliance—
then makes her
sue for material facts,
while mistress stalks—

🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

…
and husband
is out on a dv bond
for strangling her
while contracted
to their fucking firm.

🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

shit—
that was long.

tragic?
nah.
i’m from jersey.
seen worse,
shit’s not tragedy,
it’s a fucking mugshot.

👋😊🖕🏻✨

“no securities”🥀 aka 👻 finra (boo)

transcript of voice memo (january 12, 2024):

😔🎻

“i also have
a traditional ira
with [redacted],
um, and i was wondering..”

😔🎻
😔🎻
😔🎻

“i’ll ask [redacted] about the roll-over.”

—

🎶😭💔🎻🎶
🎶😭💔🎻🎶
🎶😭💔🎻🎶

[deletes entire 💥
account / communications 💥💥
after notice of imminent litigation] 💥💥💥

🎶🎻😭😭💔🎻🎻🎶

“—for
financial professionals
and firms
regulated by FINRA,
using platforms
like instagram for business
is considered
’off-channel’ communication
if it is not
approved,
supervised,
and archived by the firm.”

💥🔥🎶🎻😭😭💔🎻🎻🎶🔥💥
💥🔥🎶🎻😭😭💔🎻🎻🎶🔥💥
💥🔥🎶🎻😭😭💔🎻🎻🎶🔥💥

consequences
of non-compliance 💥

FINRA and the SEC
have imposed
substantial penalties
on firms
for failures
related to off-channel
and social media communications,
including multi-million-dollar fines.

recent enforcement actions
have focused on issues like: 

failing to supervise
and archive
communications
made by employees
and external influencers.

🥀💥

17a-4(b) every member, broker or dealer subject to § 240.17a-3 must preserve for a period of not less than three years, the first two years in an easily accessible place:

17a-4(b)(4) originals of all communications received and copies of all communications sent (and any approvals thereof) by the member, broker or dealer (including inter-office memoranda and communications) relating to its business as such, including all communications which are subject to rules of a self-regulatory organization of which the member, broker or dealer is a member regarding communications with the public. as used in this paragraph (b)(4), the term communications includes sales scripts and recordings of telephone calls required to be maintained pursuant to section 15f(g)(1) of the act (15 u.s.c. 78o-10(g)(1)).

—

sweet,
so where’s the💫—
✨3110 review ✨
+ ✨17a-4 archive✨?

.

.

or—
i was the only one with assets, accounts, and premiums to bring to NM — and instead of properly onboarding me, or opening up any line of communication, my assigned rep had me trying to transfer assests via social accounts, ghosted me on my only available form of contact (aka: ig dm’s🤡) —then directed all communication exclusively through my broke, financially disinterested husband—for the entirity of our marriage—while completely obstructing me from doing any business with the firm i was the one paying.

💥🤡🤡🤡🤡💥 (fade in—circus music)

lmfao.

.

.

.

boo.

💥👻

i fuck with this chaotic micro-twin 👶🏼💥🔥—hard.

🕯️✨

how the fuck
do you love a child

that looks
fucking exactly
like the man
who tried to kill you?

no seriously.
riddle me fucking that.

because
this little face?
this little
chaotic,
genius,
mischievous,
breathtaking
little fucking tornado?
is an exact fucking replica
of the man who gaslit me,
defrauded me,
and then literally
spat in my fucking face.

and somehow—
i still wake up
every single day
and
love the shit out of her.

and yeah—
people are complicated.
i’m not gonna
sit here
and lie
like he was
always a monster.
he wasn’t.

there were moments—
tiny little
flickers of honesty,
and fucking vulnerability—
that hit
just right when
he wasn’t
lying,
cheating,
manipulating,
stealing my fucking money,
or choking me the fuck out.

sometimes he was fun.
sometimes he was smart.
sometimes he made
my heart
fucking hopeful
in ways
i fucking hate to admit now.

🍼✨🤰🌈👶🏼✨👨‍🍼

—

and guess what?
she got
all of those parts.

🕯️✨

babe—
i ✨prayed to fucking god✨
for this family.
i fucking begged—
the goddamn universe 🙏
cried my fucking eyes out—
and if this—
this is what i get?

hear me,
i’ll fucking take it.
a million times over
with this crazy ass micro-goblin.

—

🕯️✨

yo,
she’s got that smile
that makes you
second guess
why the fuck you’re mad—
she’s got that sassy ass bullshit
that makes me laugh
when i’m trying to be serious.
she’s got that
spark of intellect
that reminds me
that if this dude,
hadn’t employed
all his power
in pursuit of pure fucking evil,
he could’ve been—
kinda fucking smart.

and you know what?

i love her more because of that.

🕯️✨

because
she’s fucking proof
that even in the middle
of an actual fucking horror story,
something beautiful still came through.

—

babe,
she is a mirror.
a haunted,
fucking holy mirror.
and she doesn't scare me.

🕯️✨

not even when
she looks just like him.
not even when
she smiles the way he did
when he lied to my fucking face.
not even when
she walks with
his little funny-ass swagger
and talks with
his little sassy-ass tone.

🕯️✨

because
yo—
she’s not him.
she’s fucking mine.

i fucking prayed for her.

👶🏼✨🙏

and maybe
that’s the part
i’m proudest of.
that i never let
the fear,
the rage,
the goddamn trauma,
the fucking betrayal
turn into resentment.

not once.
not for a fucking second.
not even
when she shines
a light
on every wound
he ever gave me.

—

🕯️✨

babe.

i love her
fucking unconditionally
and not in spite of
who she looks like—
but because
of who she is.

and what she represents.

and maybe
that’s the real flex:
i broke the fucking cycle.
she is not my revenge.
she is my curse breaker.

🕯️✨
and even
when she reminds me of him—
she never feels like pain.

—

she just feels
like mine.
every
single
messy,
brilliant,
sacred fucking bit of her.

👶🏼💥🔥

it’s giving: poorly executed ✨multi-layer conspiracy✨ vibes

(a casual list of criminally negligent fuckery, fiduciary fraud, and surveillance by a disgraced rep.) 💋🔪

oh no babe,
relax.
it’s not
that serious.
just a little—

✨multi-layer conspiracy✨

you just installed
my husband’s office goblin
as my assigned fiduciary
while i was
visibly pregnant,
in financial crisis,
and trying not
✨to fucking die. 💫

but sure—
i’m overreacting.
not like that’s
a potential felony,
a Title VII bomb,
or an active 10b-5 + SEC violation
currently sitting
in someone’s fucking inbox.

totally normal fiduciary vibes. 💫

☆definitely not aiding and abetting financial abuse.
☆definitely not a 10b-5 violation.
☆ definitely not an SEC complaint already filed.

totally chill. ✨🤡

—

☆ but she’s gone now!
↳ then why did she continue digitally surveilling me?
↳ using her legal name, social media accounts, and known identifiers?
↳ while your office refuses to clarify whether she’s involved?

if she’s no longer contracted,
off my file,
and “not involved”—
why is she still
watching the plaintiff
in an active legal matter
where she’s the
central fucking actor
in the underlying fraud? 🤡✨

🧠💫
surprise, bitch—
that’s stalking.
and yes,
under VAWA context,
we absolutely call that
post-relationship harassment.
✨especially when it stems from
fiduciary fucking misconduct.✨

—

☆ okay fine, so she sent him money
↳.yeah, like hundreds of dollars (conceivably way more!)
↳.while i was pregnant 💫
↳.while her coworker / fuckboy / my husband was actively draining my savings and fabricating a fucking job
↳at the exact moment—he escalated to ✨strangling and punching me✨

↳.oh but—y’all didn’t investigate?
↳.not even after my formal disclosure?

✨🙂👍✨

right.
i’m sure
that’s not aiding and abetting
economic abuse.
i’m sure no crime happened.
lmk when y’all invent a word for it.

—

☆ she just gave him job support!
↳.oh you mean:

↳ funneling undisclosed payments + client kickbacks
through her personal bank account 🤯✨ to reroute my
husband’s income away from our shared fucking household.
↳ concealing an ongoing personal relationship with my legal spouse
while actively inducing him into her fucking private residence 🤯✨—repeatedly?
↳ intentionally obstructing policy and securities transfers by cutting off
formal communication with me directly and failing to follow up when asked
expressly for help transferring accounts? (she confirmed receipt)

aka: 💋🔪
(listed in order of my favs)
↳ “i know you’re married but let’s financially choke out your pregnant wife—together?” 💀🔥
↳ while structuring policies to his benefit—💀🔥
↳ while assigning premiums to me + working against my interests. 💀🔥
↳ while obstructing my access to manage them. 💀🔥
↳ while backchanneling him constantly—texting, funding, and fucking constantly inducing reliance. 💀🔥

aka:
”👰🏻‍♀️🤞🏻🥺💍 “

baby—
that’s undue influence.✨
that’s financial exploitation.✨
and it is 100% civilly actionable.✨

and shit..

✨ direct violation of fiduciary duty
✨ unreported conflict of interest
✨ internal protocol breach
✨ deceptive trade practice
✨ ethics violation under every industry code that fucking exists

keep playing with me. 💫

—

☆ ok but what exactly did she do?
↳ misappropriated my financial control 🔥
↳ aided domestic abuse 💫💋🔪
↳ fraudulently accessed my confidential data 🔥
↳ blocked communications mid-crisis 🔥
↳ facilitated concealment of marital fraud 🔥
↳ stayed on my account, knowing she was in a conflict 🔥
↳ and then evaporated like we wouldn't fucking notice 🔥🔥🔥🔥

that’s not poor judgment.
that’s deliberate institutional destruction
of a goddamn protected consumer.
aka, fucking me.

—

☆ you’re taking this personally.
nah, i’m taking this like someone
↳ who was exploited, watched, and financially defrauded. 💫
↳ by a desperate bitch who was hired to protect me 💀✨
↳ and instead treated me like fucking collateral damage ✨
↳ on her daddy-funded desperate quest for a husband. 👰🏻‍♀️💫🥺❤️💍

—

🖕 i’ll say it under oath.
🖕 i’ll say it on the stand.
🖕 i’ll say it while watching every single one of your licenses get fucking shredded.

this is a fucking conspiracy. 💫

✨see you in court.✨

💔💍

you’re either psychic 🔮🪬✨ or concealing material facts.

🔮✨ email from katie r., jan 17, 2025:

“are we just changing the payment info or do you want to take brandon off your monthly payment?”

stop. ✨✋👁️

first thought:

who the fuck is this?

deadass.
never seen this woman in my life.
never emailed her.
never spoken to her.
didn’t know she existed.
and she’s in my inbox
asking if i want to drop
my husband from the account???

nah.
run it back.

—

🧨 quick context

i was
frantically trying
to cut off hubby’s access
to my bank account,
because he hadn’t paid
a single f*cking bill in months,
but was still draining shit
for his personal expenses.

so
i go into the NM portal,
try to update my payment info,
because i had to
get a whole new
fucking bank account
and i’m
thinking i’ll reach jess—
you know,
my actual assigned
financial representative
and
repeatedly referenced
point of contact.

the same chick
who was
still regularly monitoring
my socials
where i’m now:
disclosing
lethal dv during pregnancy,
my estrangement,
and photos of my injuries,
from oddly
when they were
particularly
extraordinarily close.

with fucking receipts.

—

so✨
i see her
actively watching me.
but babe—
when
i send a message
about my account?

nope.
nah—
no response.
no portal trail i can see.
no sign of jess.

instead,
this random-ass woman
pops up in my inbox
like
“hey babe,
you trying to—
out of the fucking blue—
get your legal husband
off your account?”

🤨 tf?

—

only two ways she knew.

both bad.✨

—

🚨 option 1: she found out through access to me

🧠 i set my ig to private & filtered all the views
🧠 my husband had threatened me repeatedly about disclosing abuse
🧠 private mode = i made sure i restricted his access
↳i constantly filtered views
↳even through spontaneous new stalker accounts
↳i allowed jess to retain access.
↳which she utilized, regularly.
↳because she was a neutral professional.
🧠 only person who could’ve seen my private IG posts = jess
🧠 those posts were only about the estrangement in the context of domestic violence
🧠 if they got info from me, they ignored red-flag disclosures
↳aka stripped entire context of posting bruises
↳framed it as “messy seperation”
🧠 and instead of escalating it
↳they disjointed my account, lapsed my policies
↳and tried to re-enroll me for double commissions.

so yeah.
they used my abuse as gossip to defraud me?
unclear.

..
✨🪬 (but just in case) 🪬✨

—

🚨 option 2: she found out through access to my husband

🧠 hubby was confirmed to not be in contact with NM at this time
↳”he doesn’t answer my calls” —new rep
🧠 so only current pipeline = jess
🧠 which means post-FRO, she’s both:
↳viewing my private social disclosures about violence—
↳and she’s still in contact with my estranged husband
↳and they clearly have knowledge of that fact
↳and now—refuse to fully disclose it
↳besides a condescending “it was awkward” comment
🧠 and they have been relaying updates
↳about my marital status to the team managing my finances

before…

✨potentially—
✨blatantly
defrauding me…
again?
and
continuing to
conceal
material facts?

damn.✨

—

so—
in conclusion:
that’s insane.
you don’t need
a law degree to know
that looks fucked.

🪬✨

maybe because…

this isn’t a fluke.
baby,
it’s a setup.

—

this email
seems to prove
insider information
of concealed material facts.
it seems to prove
they had backchannel info.
and it seems to prove
they acted on that info
against my best interests,
definitely not
to protect me.

🪬✨

this seems to
indicate
retaliation,
plain and fucking simple.

✨🔮💜

🎶🔥🎛️🎵 [verse 2: yak gotti] 🎤🎶 see, my baby mama trippin', she don't get it—i'm on a mission.

🎶 “take it to trial: by Young Thug, Yak Gotti, & Gunna 🎵

(plays in the background
while i pace around
like a deranged,
rejected
supreme court justice
[aka merrick garland]
who moonlights as a fucking dj)

🎶🎤🔥🎛️🎵

—

nah,
like i don’t think
you actually get it.
i’m taking this shit
all the way
to fucking trial.

years.
discovery.
depositions.
page by page,
lie by fucking lie.

sweetie—
trial isn’t punishment.
trial is fucking therapy.
trial is
the one place
you don’t get to hide
behind your fucking logos
& your mid-tier reputations.

🎤🔥 fades in: (🎶 take this shit to motherfuckin' trial, yеah 🎶)

—

baby,
i want the trial.
i want the years.
i want to sit across
from every single one
of you fucking con artists
we scour the fuck through
every fucking receipt,
every single text,
every venmo,
every fucked-up
“oops office bullshit”
that turned into
a fucking death trap.

i don’t care
if i lose.
i already lost
the second you
almost killed me
& thought i
wouldn’t fucking notice.
the second
you gambled that
my further fucking erasure—
would be cheaper
than my fucking rage.

newsflash:
i’ll never shut up.
i was born for this shit.

bc this wasn’t just
lol “messy coworkers.”

fuck no—
nah.
this was
your institution
built the perfect
fucking cover
for a violent man
to run his
little disgusting liaison,
drain my fucking accounts,
and nearly
fucking
kill me.

you think this is a joke.
i was
six fucking
hundred
dollars
fucking
negative
the
fucking
week
my daughter was born
while your advisor
was venmo’ing him
fucking cash
for no fucking reason.
two black eyes.
er visits.
fucking two whole-ass
hands around my
fucking throat
style full on
manual
fucking
strangulation—
the exact fucking
week,
he’s out with coworkers
until fucking midnight
with my future
fucking
financial
rep.
LMFAO.

🎤🔥 fades in:
(🎶 see, my baby mama
trippin', she don't get it—
i'm on a mission
to get these millions 🎶)

—

he’s out here
at meetings
supposed to be
fucking sober—
since you know,
PTSD FUCKING COMBAT VET
(i’m so mad lol)
but NAH,

y’all are out
at fucking meetings
at the fucking
irish pub—
on office
fucking lunch breaks.

LOL
you
didn’t
give
a single
fucking shit.

not—

about our welfare
about our safety
about our finances
about our fucking family.

god
fucking
damn.

🎤🔥 fades in:
(🎶 i'm on the grind
and i'm a get it—
no cap, [omission], no kizzy 🎶)

—

and y’all
laughed it off
like fucking gossip
at the dumbass
water cooler.

and you really thought
i’d fucking fold?
nah bitch,
i’m in school, baby—
got time.
got that law library access,
def wanna learn.
you know—
if i can fucking make it—
through the lack
of childcare,
and stripped
fucking resources,
but nah—
i’ve seen
the way “justice”
and “lawyers”
are just a cheap ass
scare tactic
when weaponized
against the fucking vulnerable.
but me?
i’m weaponizing it
the fuck back.

🎤🔥 fades in:
(🎶 need to sit down
if you can't stand me
i don't turn down,
i up my stamina
take it to trial,
get an appeal 🎶)

—

trial isn’t
the fucking threat,
it’s the promise.
i want every email.
every text.
every internal policy
y’all fucking ignored.
i want depositions
where people choke
on their own fucking perjury.

because
if i can set even
one precedent
that protects one
additional fucking woman
from this exact hell hole,
it’s worth the fucking years.
fuck it,
it’s worth my whole
goddamn fucking career.

and don’t
mistake me—
this isn’t just
about damages.
this is about
fucking exposure.
about turning the lights
the fuck on
in the decrepit—
festering, roach nest
of a fucking establishment.

so yeah.

trial.

all
the
fucking way.

🎤🔥 fades in:
(🎶 i don't know you, bitch,
don't try to tell me tie my kicks 🎶)

—

if i lose?
whatever—
but what i won’t do?
is shut the fuck up
and let
an institution
that enabled
my fucking near-death experience
bully me
out of fucking justice.

i will drag
your whole ass
rotten system
into the sunlight,
even if it takes
the rest of my fucking life.

.

.

.

.

[chorus trails off]

🎛️🎶🔊🎤🔥 🎶

(🎶 take this shit to motherfuckin' trial
[yeah, yeah]
take this shit to motherfuckin' trial, yeah
[yeah, yeah]
take this shit to motherfuckin' trial
[yeah, yeah]
take this shit to motherfuckin' trial, yeah
[yeah, yeah] 🎶)

—

🫳🏻🎤

.

.

.

finra.

💀