sucks 2 suck, brad (& co.)💥💫

damn,
doesn’t it suck?
🙃👉👈
like,
no matter
how loud i say
“fuck y’all”
you still can’t make me
into something
i’m factually not 💥💫
no matter how hard
you run
that shitty-ass
abuser 101 playbook.

🙏✨🕊️

—

like yo.
y’all got caught.
not framed.

here’s the facts; briguy + friends💫

💥 i wasn’t the one cheating.
💥 i wasn’t lying through my dick and posting nightly as “brad” from the bathroom
💥 i wasn’t creating burner accounts + harassing a dv victim.
💥 i wasn’t punching a pregnant woman and then crying about being “provoked.”
💥 i wasn’t jerking off in chatrooms while my daughter slept 30 feet away.
💥 i wasn’t bullshitting at felony hearings just to disappear when accountability showed up.
💥 i wasn’t stalking, monitoring, triangulating, then acting shocked when my name hit the record.
💥 i wasn’t siphoning tuition refunds and life savings like a broke-ass goblin under a bridge.
💥 i didn’t send hook up videos mid-marriage to my sidepiece on the internet.
💥 i didn’t send my married cubicle crush money while onboarding his pregnant wife.
💥 i wasn’t “financial planning” with zero licenses, zero sales, and enough stimulants to fund a fucking sorority.
💥 i didn’t violate felony bond across multiple states while posing for “family life 💅” pics from a girlfriend’s couch.

nah.
that was you.
that was all you.
the main clown and
some side-hoe fuckery ⚡️

and what’s
even more pathetic?

🪞 you did all that —
and
you’re deadass
still out here
rehearsing monologues
about “crazy exes”??
like somebody
ruined your reputation.

sweetie.
remember,
🚫 no one “smeared” y’all.
you just keep revealing
the truth 👨🏼💫 by fucking accident.

—

dawg.
for real though—
are y’all deranged?

babe.
i didn’t
make you look bad.
i just stopped protecting you
from the consequences
of your own
documented conduct.

like— hi bitch,
be so fucking serious
for one goddamn second.
you don’t get to
fuck-up a whole-ass family
👑✨🙌🤰👶🏼
and then
threaten me into silence.
nope.
you don’t get to
be the fucking chaos
and
demand peace.

—

be honest w yourself:
🚨 you’re not
the victim of my website. 🚨
you’re just mad it’s accurate.

and unfortunately for you,
when you behave like a fucking demon,
you end up looking like one in the screenshots.

🐀💫

—

and babe,
if it makes you uncomfy
to see your actions written down?

maybe
you shouldn’t have
done that shit in the first place.

🙏✨🕊️

wait, girl… W H Y 🕯️✨

✨

ummm…
a little
birdy
just told me 🎶

🎶…someone is spiraling again?

💓🙏✨🕊️💫

???

like,
babe.
r u okay???

✨🚩

so,
you’re
offering alibis
for an offense
no one reported??

✨🪦✨

lol

jaw = dropped
brain = perplexed
timeline = inaccurate

girl.

what’s up—are you good???

…

no rly.
because like…
full-on unhinged,
openly exhibiting the
fight-or-flight response 🔥🧬⚡️
over specifics…😦
no one communicated??

😭😭😭

like…
why are you
reliving a precise evening
never even referenced??

💀

—

yo but,
apparently it included:
🕊️✨ light organized activity
🕊️✨ some… very creative + highly amateur film
🕊️✨ a surprising interest in international logistics?

…😦😶‍🌫️🫣🫢🔥🔥🔥

—

holy shit.

🫢

in one night??
nah, like…
be honest here.

why were those your top 3 anxieties?

…😦✨🚩💫

really tho—
w h a t
are you even
✨talking✨ about

😭😭😭😭

like genuinely confused??

💥 i didn’t articulate any of that, girly.💥

but you…

did??

🎤✨🦗🦗🦗

because
while i’ve been posting
toddler sleep wins ✨
👶🏼😭💥🧸😴🛌
and
✨grateful vibes,✨
apparently
someone’s out here
freestyling felony scenarios
with the specific delusion
only a liar can embody???

😭🔥🔥🔥

girl??

…

the actual fuck?? ✨🚩

🫣💀🚫

like damn.

ok
so to recap,
🗣️💬🐍
if nothing happened…
this is a very
💥 strange amount of anxiety
💥 for a non-event.

🙏✨🕊️

like…
why are you this reactive? 💥💫

to… nothing.

you seem
😐 alarmingly distressed
for someone
😐 unnamed
and allegedly
😐 entirely uninvolved.

what?

babe—
why are you dragging yourself💫
back
into a story
i’ve intentionally kept
💥vague as fuck.💥

🪞🕳️

that’s strange-ass conduct.

//

but hey,
💖 maybe just… back away slowly?
😮🙌

like shit,
😵‍💫❤️‍🔥💫🥀
imagine not being
the main character
and still doing press tours.
💀💀💀

i am like—

👤💭 “if nothing happened, then it’s whatever.”

and
as per usual,
i said that shit—
so i meant it.
but now?

now it’s looking
a lot like something, hun.

💀😘✨

and
respectfully,
if we’re so guiltless
maybe 🥺🙏
we should
cease overtly
doing bizarre shit???

🙃👉👈 🛑✨💫

because

👤💭 why are you building full conspiracies??? 💥💫

????

nope.

sissy,
this is an
unusually vigorous meltdown
for an occasion
🙅🏻‍♀️👉🏻 that allegedly
never even occurred.

✨😬🤐??

—

yo honestly??
all this
with
the manic goddamn confidence 💥💫
of a person
who knows
exactly what they did.

🪞🕊️🤍✨

so…

again…

💥 what tf
💥 are you doing?

like let’s be
absolutely serious,
🙏✨"a single mom”
with a full-time co-parent
+ regularly scheduled direct payments??

💅🍼💳✨

lol.
yeah.
we are not the same.
✨in more ways than one.💫
lmfao.

hey,
focus for one second—

remember:
✨ i didn’t cheat on my husband (or anyone…ever)
✨ i don’t fuck people over—
✨ particularly when they do me solids
✨ i don’t even vibe about it
✨ i’ve actually never ❄️ touched ❄️ that ❄️shit

(lol me fr 🌈✨🦄‍🪽💖🧚🏻‍♀️)

like…
damn.
but actually yes.

—

anyway,
back to my actual life.✨💫

BUT.
hope you find peace.

🙏🥰✨🕊️

—

ps. accidentally outing yourself—is crazy behavior.
next time?
let’s discuss honesty.

🧾💫

god bless.
xox

merry christmas, assholes.💫

merry christmas. 🎄

—

i’ve been thinking about
something quiet
and fucked up.

so like…

my daughter
is officially 👶🏼2️⃣✨
old enough to
remember people now.
✨not vibes.
✨not “i’ve seen your face
on facetime once
while my mom
begged you to give a fuck.”
actual memory.💫

she knows
aunt shannon.
she clocked
theía irene after,
what,
two visits?
the memory
snapped back like,
oh yeah.
you’re safe.
you exist.
you were just fucking here!

💫

—

and it hit me—

most of her “family”
hasn’t seen her
since she was somewhere between
four months and twelve months old.

which means,
functionally?
✨she does not know you.✨

this isn’t about
a missed holiday
or bad scheduling.
this is about
the fact that
at almost two,
she’s reached the age
where people don’t get
grandfathered in anymore.

—

you don’t just exist
in her world
by title.
you have to
show up and
build recognition.

so imagine this with me.

💭🤔

imagine
being her grandma ✨⭐
and having to introduce yourself.

“hi sweetie, i’m your grandmother.” 🫶🏻💓

imagine being
an aunt ✨🥇
and realizing
your name means
absolutely nothing
to her nervous system.

—

and then—
the one that
actually takes me out—

imagine
having to
introduce yourself 🎉
as someone’s…
whole-ass father. 🏆✨👑

holy shit—
like:

🤔🖼️✨

“hey. i’m your dad.
nice to… meet you.”

BRO.

🏌️‍♂️⛳🤦🏼‍♂️

homie,
🚫 that’s not estrangement.
🚫 that’s not “it’s complicated.”
🚫 that’s not trauma on both sides.

that’s abandonment with a court record. 👑✨🙌

👨🏼💫

and look,
i come from
honorable white trash stock 🏎️💨🥇
at least,
on my dad’s side.
no bullshit.

—

but even
the fuckups showed up.
💖 i knew my uncles.
💖 i knew my cousins.
✨ men didn’t con women across national borders, 🐀💫
use them as consequence shields, 🦹‍♂️🧟
and then
ghost their own kids 💊❄️💸
like it was
a spiritual fucking rebrand.

🙏🕊️✨

—

wtf level
of broke bitch
is this??

damn dawg—
🇨🇱🤠⭐
that’s not messy.
that’s some coward shit. 💥

🐔🐔🐔

—

and the
realest point
that people really don’t
want to sit with?

💥 kids don’t remember your excuses.
💥 they remember your fucking presence—
or the lack of it.

they remember who
didn’t make them feel like
a goddamn stranger.

✨👤

—

so yeah.
merry christmas.

🎄💫

my daughter and i
are actually having a good one.
she fell asleep around five,
fully milk-drunk and safe,
and i’m letting her ride that wave
before we go see my 80-year-old best friend—
who,
by the way,
will never have to explain
who the fuck they are to my kid.

because here’s the thing.

yo.
i might not have
a traditional family.
but the people who stayed?
the ones who showed up
✨without a title,
✨without obligation,
without a fucking excuse?

they’re permanent.

🔥🔥🔥🔥

and anyone else?

enjoy introducing yourself
✨someday✨
to the kid
who did nothing wrong
except come out
fucking perfect.

assholes.

✨🖕🏻✨

how tf💫 did humans not go extinct 🧬🦖 (a christmas special) 🎅🏽🎄✨

it’s christmas eve 🎁🎅🏽

—

i am actively praying💫,
my kid falls asleep

🙏 please
🙏 please
🙏 please
…fall asleep

👶🏼😴🌙

not because
i want silence 🤫
nah—
but because
i need
thirty uninterrupted minutes
to finish lying to my child
about elf magic
before my soul
fully exits my fucking body

🎄💫

and like—
yeah, sure—
technically she has
a bedtime routine. 🫶🏻💓
but my toddler??
girl is a benevolent dictator.
sometimes
she blesses me
with 7:30. 🧸😴🛌
sometimes
she chooses chaos
‘til midnight.

🛏️✨🌙

you just never know.

in the meantime:

yo.
i didn’t sleep last night.
again.

like did not
lay down.

🥱➕☕🚫=😩

—

i have mail 💻
i haven’t opened
since the fucking
biden administration. 🇺🇸👴🏻🍦
the laundry
has become
a concept 💨📢

bro.
i have not
washed my face
because my child
is at that age where
👶🏼😠2️⃣✨

//

⭐️ option a:
she stands,
stares,
and screams
while i barricade her away from
whatever adult task
i foolishly believed i could complete

👶🏼😭💥

—

⭐️ option b:
she politely—
but relentlessly—
demands participation

👶🏼☣️⚠️🙅🏼‍♀️

??

🤗 “oh you’re hanging a shelf?”
cool.
she is now
emotionally invested.💫

😭🍼🧸

—

homie.
i am trying to use a level. 😭

like…

christmas decorations?
lol.

🎁🎄⏳🙂✨

what’s left
of what i’ve got
lives in the garage
like an abandoned dream.
everything happens
only when she decides
she is choosing
peace for the night 😭😤

being all alone as a parent is
so fucked up

🏃💨🤪

💥 it is overwhelming
💥 it is exhausting
💥 it is carrying a tiny civilization on your back
while people look you in the face and say

🗣️ “no one has to help you”

and i’m like
damn
is this how
the human species survived
or are we
just speed-running into
being feral individualist trash✨

⛵️🗺️👨🏽‍🔬

because
the shock isn’t
that it’s hard

nah.
the shock is
that i really thought
they’d be there

🦎🧬🦖

like…
my family
in real life

i thought
when i had this baby—
at least
my mom
and my stepdad
would come through

🦠🧬🦖💥

they didn’t

my kid was
🔥 a burden
🔥 a stressor
🔥 an inconvenience to their schedules

but somehow
they still want
the right to proximity 🥺
despite whatever bullshit
they’re pulling this decade.

✨💫🥰

so it’s just us

and honestly?
i don’t remember
it ever feeling
like it was supposed to anyway💫

🧬✌🏼️

✨ no matter how hard i tried
✨ no matter how good i was
✨ no matter how much i carried

so fuck it.
now?

🕯️just me
🕯️my kid
🕯️our sammi dog,
the half-hung shelf
the santa magic done in secret
at the edge of fucking collapse

🎄😴📉

💀✨

—

merry christmas 🕊️✨

from the women
holding the world together
with no goddamn witnesses

🎄🖤

yule shoot your eye out, ✨babe. 🦌🛷🎄

it’s late.
👤💭
i finally
got her to wind down.
the condo is quiet
in that way
that only happens
when a little kid
finally gives up
the fight against sleep.

🦌🛷✨

i’m looking
at the last few presents
i still need to wrap.
thinking about tomorrow.
and the next day.
and christmas last year.

☕️⛄️🎄⭐️

last year?
i tried to pull off
an epic christmas 🎁🎅🏽🎄💫
for her
completely alone.
✨🧸🎄
like go big or go home
because✨
i have this feeling
no one else is coming energy.

and shit.

no one did.

✨not friends.
✨not family.
✨not people i’d known for three decades.

i mean, wait—
my mom
and stepdad
stopped by 🚗💨
to open some presents.

🧣🎁🎅🏽

but mostly?
we were alone.
all day. 🎄💫

and
honestly.
as i sat there
with my baby,
no idea where her father was,
🚶‍♂️💭
not knowing
he was already building
an alternate fucking life
somewhere else—
with some random-ass kids 🔥👏🏻💫
that are not his,
🎄🎁🦌🍫✨
and
i remember thinking:

✨🙏🏻

i don’t want this to be forever.
i don’t want it
to just be me
and her
against the world,
🕯 alone,
🕯 always.

i’ve always felt alone.

🎄🏠🚫👫🏽

—

but this year?
i didn’t try to hide
the loneliness so much.
✨no cookie decorating party for no one,
✨no santa suits that nobody ever wears—
✨no presents for people that don’t fucking show up.

—

yo.
not because
✨🙏🏻 🎄🏠🚫
i care less —
nah.
because i
literally 🔥🔥
couldn’t afford 🥂💫
to rebuy 🛍️💳💸
christmas decorations
for the fourth time.
🎅🎄❄️☃️🎁🦌
most of what
i already bought💫
with love 🫶🏻💓
and the last
of my goddamn money, 🙏✨🕊️
is sitting in a basement 🍃
in new jersey,
untouched,
like a time capsule
of a life i was erased from.

✨🪦✨

not that y’all
care about that.

🛒🛍️🏷️💳💸🧾🤔

—

so—
we improvised.
we made little traditions.
we stayed close to
the people
who showed up for us
for no fucking reason
other than decency.

🔥🔥🔥

and yo,
the absence is loud.
the absence of her real family.
the absence of—
🕯grandparents,
🕯aunts & uncles,
🕯a goddamn dad💫
who could care
but would rather
deny accountability
hard enough
to avoid it
all together.

🎁💥

—

yeah,
some gifts came
in the mail.
🛒🛍️💫
✨the grandmas✨
that does count.
but guess what?
presence counts more. 💫

🎀🫶🏻💌💓

she deserves warmth.
she deserves a room
full of people
who can’t wait to see her
little face light up.💫

she deserves
a family 👏🏻
that shows up
without being begged.

—

but don’t worry.

i will make sure
she has joy.
i will make sure
she has magic.
🎄🎅🏻🦌☃️❄️💫
i will make sure
she never feels unwanted.

but i need
to say this out loud,
because pretending otherwise
is goddamn bullshit:

everyone else should be fucking ashamed of themselves.💫

y’all are tripping,

you didn’t just let me down.
you let this little girl down too.

and that’s fucked.

👏🏻🔥🔥🔥

…

merry christmas.

🎄🎁💥💫

🎄✨adult bedtime story: “financial frat bros in makebelieveland™️” 🎁💥

✨ now with more evidence, more elves, and 0.0% fiduciary oversight ✨
✨ also: the gift of ✍️ damning documentation ✍️

—

ok.
gather round
the yule log, bestie
this is
an adult bedtime story🎄💫
about a land that
doesn’t technically exist,
but sure has a lot
of policy drafts in your name.
🧾✨
it’s the—
financial frat bros in
makebelieveland✨🚩💫,
where facts are factual,
vibes are unhinged,
and everything is
legally fucking questionable.

🕊️✨

—

🎄the night before
christmas eve eve,
in makebelieveland 🎄💫

in a land of
💀 fake metrics
and unearned bonuses,
the financial frat
sat nestled in their mid-tier office,
surrounded by:

❄️ cubicle cheer
❄️ espresso pods
❄️ and a shared google doc labeled
“client smokescreen lol v4 FINAL FINAL FINAL”

honey,
this was not a fairytale.
this was—
retaliatory billing with a snowman filter. ❄️💫

🧑‍🎄💀💻

.—

🎅 prologue:
'twas the night before
an ethics complaint 🎅💫

once upon a fiscal quarter,
in a snowy office park
carved from corporate optimism,
there lived a financial fraternity.

🎄🧥😇📉

they wore puffer vests.
they said “crushing it”
like they were not fucking around.
they believed ethics
were an annoying ✨vibe,
not a goddamn duty.💫

🎅😇✨

—

this is not speculation.
this is based on
🎁 timestamps,
🎁 billing records,
🎁 onboarding logs,
and who mysteriously
stopped replying
when shit got inconvenient.
🧾⏱️🤐✨

—

✦ 🍷 chapter one: the pledge 🍷

babe!
every good frat needs a pledge.

in makebelieveland,
the pledge was always the same:
a dude with
no production, 💫
no money, 💫
and immaculate confidence.
✨📉😌✨

he was motivated —
not forced,
no, no, no,
✨🤷‍♂️✨
just gently guided —
to pursue greatness
while someone else’s
pregnant-ass paid the bills.
🎁💸🫠

girlies,
the encouragement strategy?

✨ unlimited pep talks
✨ zero boundaries
✨ and a total avoidance of asking:
“hey, should the pregnant spouse maybe be informed?”
🤰📬🚫✨💀

nah.

🥰👨🏼💫

✨ team culture ✨

—

✦ 💸 chapter two: the wife you never see 💸

(aka: the actual fucking client)

meanwhile,
off to the side,
there existed a
fictional concept
called “the bitch with the money.”
🫥🧾✨

she was pregnant.
she was funding everything.
she was told everything was “regulated.”
🎄🤰💳

regulated how?

💥great question,💥 imaginary reader.

🎅💅

regulated in the sense that:

✨ documents were signed while she was medically vulnerable
✨ ownership was discussed without her
✨ billing continued even when accountability did not
🧾🍼🤐✨

this is not an accusation.
this is a pattern observable
from the paperwork alone.
📎🔎✨

—

✦ 🔕 chapter three: the frat house rule 🔕

(aka: silence is a strategy)

in this frat,
there was one sacred rule:

never say the quiet part out loud. 💥
just covert personal vibes.
and billing.💥
🎄🤫🧾

so everyone said nothing.
everyone stalled.
everyone waited
for the problem
to magically disappear.
🎁⏳🙂✨

spoiler: it did not.
💥🎄

—

✦✨👤 chapter four: the disappearing act ✨👤

(aka: the billing system remembered, unfortunately)

eventually,
when the math 💀
stopped mathing, 💀
the frat performed
its favorite party trick:

✨ selective amnesia ✨
🧠🚫✨

texts?
💥“withheld / missing / can’t produce.”
roles? 💥blurred.
ownership? 💥“unclear.”
accountability? 💥on a fucking holiday.
🧾🌴💅

… but billing? never missed a cycle.

wow.
what a creative narrative—
which is wild.
because
e-doc signatures
have excellent fucking memories.
📬🧠✨

✨ your policy lapsed!
✨ it’s not yours anyway!
✨ but also: babe! pay by july 8th to keep it from lapsing!

yes,
like, they literally said:

💀 “the policy you don’t own can be reinstated by paying this invoice”

and also:

💀 “you’re not the owner and can’t access it.”

…😦

🎁🤶 make it make sense?
you don’t have to.
it’s in goddamn writing.💫

🧾🧠🧊💥

—

✦🎁🔥 chapter five: the ethics failure 🎁🔥

the real story?

nobody “didn’t know.”
they just didn’t care.

✨💫

and so,
dear homie,
the lesson of
the financial fraternity
of makebelieveland 💞
is simple:

they didn’t need a mastermind.
they just needed:

✨ plausible deniability
✨ an invisible female funding the party
✨ and a shared belief that
consequences are for other people.
🎄💅📉✨

this is not a fairy tale.
this is a warning shitshow
as a bedtime story for adults
who confuse confidence💫
with competence.
🧠🎁💀✨

✦🕯️ closing lullaby 🕯️

(“silent night, redacted night”)

and as the snow fell
softly on the office park,
the frat slept soundly,
dreaming of commissions
not earned
and problems they hoped
would stay quiet
forever.
🎄😴📉✨

but somewhere,
a single mom stayed awake,
reading her own paperwork,
connecting dots,
and realizing—

oh.
this wasn’t chaos.

✨💫

this was a system.
and systems leave fucking receipts.
🧾🧾🧾✨

—

sleep tight.

🎄✨

and 💥✨merry discovery. 🎁💫

💖 omg babe, i wasn't jealous. i was correct—predator edition.💖🦁🪨🌿💀

lol
no but fr.
for the sake of
the ever-evolving
shitshow of a plot—
⚠️ my “predator” alarm ⚠️
didn’t trip
because i thought
”omg! jealous vibes”
—nah.
it tripped because of…

💥 power + 💥 secrecy + 💥 humiliation + 💥 proximity.
the four things that
always precede bullshit.

🦁🪨🌿💀

—

honestly,
my body didn’t fail.
it clocked that shit.

🧃 here’s what went down — real time.

✨ i’m visibly pregnant.
✨ i’m paying for everything, including his delusions.
✨ i walk into a meeting he needed — and i’m the one who had the money.
✨ ms. powertrip insurance supervisor decides to neg my entire legal career in front of him like we’re on fucking tinder.
✨ and then she locks in 1:1 access with an unstable, broke, dependent man who lives with me.

—

zero sales =
for.
my.
entire.
pregnancy.

😭🪦✨

—

so what does ms. supervisor do??

oh, fucking narrative wrench:
🔥 she doesn’t fire him.
🔥 she doesn’t document shit.
🔥 she doesn’t create any fucking boundaries.

🌿💀

—

no, no. NO.
🥺 she keeps him close.
🥺 she tightens the leash.
🥺 she calls it private mentorship.
🥺 daily office hours. zero sales. private meetings. no exit strategy.

🌿💀

—

babe…
lol.
i wasn’t spiraling.
i was watching a slow-motion
ethical fucking collapse,
and everyone was
smiling through it.

🥂💻🚩

—

and look—
the vibe of that shit
was gross✨💫🥰
and highly uncomfortable,
just to watch.

💫

🕯️let’s talk facts—bro was:

🚩 unlicensed
🚩 unpaid
🚩 un-fucking-productive
🚩 commuting 75 minutes each way
🚩 had an increasingly pregnant wife at home
🚩 zero production
🚩 mandated daily office presence
🚩 private access to the “supervisor”
🚩 escalating “support” when he’s clearly tanking

🚩 had coworkers working almost completely remote

—

shit babe,
that’s not “giving him a chance.”
that is exactly what lights up the ⚠️
“something fucking predatory is going on here” alarm 🦈🔪
in bitches
who’ve already
lived through coercive dynamics.

🙏✨🕊️

—

sweetie—
this shit looks like a trauma‑bond power loop:

✨ predatory mentorship grooming → “just us, just this once”
✨ control dynamics → withholding bonuses, using guilt, keeping dependency intact
✨ stress response → complete fucking shutdown, panic, secrecy, drugs, off‑channel behavior

—

and here’s the part
that actually made it undeniable for me —
the part
you don’t miss
unless you’ve lived inside
fucked power dynamics before:

🤫 he resented her.
🤫 you could hear it.
🤫 you could see it.
🤫 in how careful he was.
🤫 in how neutral he stayed.
🤫 in how every complaint stopped one inch short of criticism.

bro didn’t trash her.
bro didn’t joke about her.
bro didn’t even vent.

despite the fact that it
made zero logical sense.

so…in conclusion
🚩 nothing about that shit was normal, homie.

—

nah,
bro was just
an obedient little soldier
for exactly zero dollars pay.

and babe,
this is a man who had
no problem complaining
about literally everything else in his life.

✨🤷‍♂️✨

so when the one person
💞 wrecking our finances,
💞 our stability,
💞 and my pregnancy-era sanity
💞 became untouchable in his mouth?

🏠🔥

yeah, no big deal.

—

lol.

ok but—

✨ that’s not professionalism.
✨ that’s self-censorship under threat.

this wasn’t some messy “work flirtation.”
this was a woman in power
embedding herself in a man’s collapse,
and pretending it was supervision.

nah hun.

that’s what it looks like
when y’all crossed a line,
💀 you heavy regret it.
💀 now you can’t undo it,
because you also know
😭 she controls your monthly income —
and you have
😭 a pregnant wife at home
😭 watching the goddamn bank account freefall.

…

🔥🔥✋😬🤚🔥🔥

—

💖 so you eat it.
💖 you keep showing up.
💖 you start to spiral out of fucking control.
💖 you go into the office like a loyal little employee
💖 through month six.
💖 seven.
💖 eight of pregnancy.
💖 dead of winter,
💖 pregnant wife working 2 jobs,
💖 and home with your 150 pound dog,
💖 daily.
💖 with no pay.
💖 zero production.
💖 and a woman in charge
💖 who somehow never lets you leave.

normal!

—

babe,
that’s not confusion.
that’s not loyalty.
that’s coercive restraint.

—

😇 the silence wasn’t because nothing was wrong.
😇 the silence was because too much was wrong —
😇 and he knew exactly who had leverage.

—

omg.
stop.

it’s just a working theory.

✨the intentional fraud goblin era: 🧌✨ on how to void your E&O coverage 😍❤️‍🔥

aka: “errors & omissions” doesn’t mean “intentional sabotage with a crush on my husband.”

—

🙏✨🕊️

vibe check:
where.
are.
the.
ownership.
comms.
BABE!

📜❌

honey,
if they're blacked out or “missing”
and your only documented response
was a ✨“zero disclosure policy”✨
then
congratulations, babe.
you’re not a professional.
you’re a fraud goblin with a corporate email address.

🧌💳🚨💸

—

shit,
and here’s the part
e&o insurance doesn’t fuck with:

💥 fraud voids coverage.
💥 fraud ≠ error.
💥 malice ≠ mistake.

🐀💫

babygirl! 💸
a “professional judgment lapse” does not include
👉 unauthorized asset meddling
👉 unlicensed & deleted securities convos
👉 uneplained venmo transfers to the broke husband
👉 inexplicably texting my husband DURING MY C-SECTION
👉 or job offers to the guy who just ducked with a felony pending

🧠 fun fact:
you don’t get to
manipulate,
withhold,
and financially exploit 💸
your way through underwriting
and then go “oopsies, i was unsupervised.”
that’s not a compliance issue, babe.

💸😳👉👈

that’s civil conspiracy,
and if the bar had a vibe,
it would feel like this.

✨ this wasn’t a policy mistake.
this was a pattern.
bro had
no job,
no credit,
no assets,
no custody,
no vehicle,
no goddamn compliance.

😉✨

what we do have??
just a mortifying crush
on my husband,
and zero fucking morals.
🥰👨🏼💫

or:
”omg!
those butterflies✨
over a married man—
with a baby on the way.”

✨🦋🫀

let’s defraud his wife!
…

and somehow?
that explains perfectly
why this broke boy
walked away with ownership
of every fucking policy
💘🏹😍
while the initiating
and paying—new mother 💫
with the actual child,
✨ mortgage,
✨ car payments,
✨ and goddamn income
— me —
was being billed,
surveilled,
ignored,
and fucking exploited.

💖💫😳

girly,
that looks like a enormous problem…

for you!

🚗🔫👤✨

and shorty,
doesn’t seem like
he’s going down—
to shield ANYTHING. 🚓💥

damn.
humbling, am i right?

👮🏻🔗🙌🏻

—

so honey,
unless these reps are out here
🚨 giving thousands of dollars in financial privileges 🚨
to every
🦹‍♂️ cheating,
🦹‍♂️ lying,
🦹‍♂️ broke,
recently violent man
with a stimulant addiction...
🐀💫

you did
all this…
for a dude
that ended up
hiding in texas 🇨🇱
with a humiliating live-in girlfriend
who unironically posts
“soft life era” 💊❄️💸
from a house she doesn’t own
with a man who doesn’t pay child support
while he’s violating felony bond 🔥
and she’s harassing the fucking witness???

🚓⚖️🚫

damn,
the crew is
embarrassingly diabolical. 🔫💰🏃‍♂️

so, to review—
you burned down your career
to be the unpaid 🔥🔥🔥🔥
assistant manager of his flop era.

🇨🇱🤠⭐

and what
i’m looking at
is deliberate targeting
of a pregnant woman
💥 to fund,
💥 sign,
💥 and enable
everyone else’s misconduct
for a deranged financial infatuation.

🫶🏻🥹❤️‍🩹

sweetie,
and you cannot bill me for that.

💖💗🥰💞✨

if this
was a mistake,
show me the mistake log.
but if you can't —
then shit—💥💥💥

homies!
your client's not covered under e&o.
🦋💓😳✨
because the moment
this stopped being
a paperwork error 💥
and became
a fucked-up friendship bracelet 👯‍♀️
made of policy access
and mutual financial favors?
you voided your defense. 👀💘

uh oh!

—

✨ congrats
on the intentional torts.

you’re absolutely fucked.

💌💘✍️

math says—y’all are the anomaly 🧑‍🔬🔬💥

so.
we don’t need to speculate.
the pattern’s fucking obvious.

let’s review,
what i like to call—

no more firm = no more felony vibes.🔥
the venn diagram was a fucking circle.

—

🧬 where the illicit & violent spiral actually happened?—

❌ not during his first marriage

sure,
i bet he was a little 🍷porn-wasted
a little 🛏️ “who’s this girl in your DMs?”
a little emotional denigration.

🤡✌️

but,
seems like—

✔️ he showered
✔️ he graduated
✔️ he wasn’t strangling anyone
✔️ no felony on the board
✔️ no cocaine fairy leaving venmo tips under his pillow

still trash.
but shit,
not goddamn biohazard trash.

—

🚫 not post–january 2024 when he dipped out

nj exit??
yeah,
💥 he spiraled.
like,
did he probably raw-dog
his trauma with someone who makes
worse decisions than he does?
💥 absolutely seems highly likely.
and did he
stop pretending to be a dad?
💥 also yes.

but:

he left the fucking building.
i changed the locks.
he didn’t have
✨🕊️ my throat,
✨🕊️ my money,
or my goddamn vehicle anymore.

there was
no daily plug, 💫
no cubicle-adjacent private apartment,
no mentorship unpaid mandate,
no fucking finance firm
fueling the goddamn sadboy era.

✨👤🫵🏻

verdict: tragic, but manageable.

so…

✅ the only time
he went full war-crime-on-a-budget?
july 2023 to jan 2024.

🙏✨🕊️

weird, right?

he had:

💸 no money
🍼 a pregnant wife (me, hi)
🚗 my car
🏥 my insurance
👩‍⚖️ my legal identity on a debit card

and
every single day
he got to play:

🧟 “sexy texts with the girl across the training table”
🧟 “mentorship goddamn roulette with a 2.5 hour daily commute.”
🧟 “who can get me stimulants before lunch?”
🧟 “how do i ruin my wife’s life and get commission for it?”

baby.

it wasn’t
a goddamn breakdown.
seems like,
that shit was a corporate-sponsored bender.

🍾🥂🥃😵

—

but for real
🔥 the wildest part?

the minute he quit?
babe!🚫 no more felony-level beatdowns

🍻🥴🎉

verdict: the company was the plug.

—

but hey.
at least now?
my dude finally
stopped using my name
to fund his lifestyle
and started floating around texas
with zero forward motion
and a whole ass rent-a-family.

✨🪦✨

correct grammar:

you don’t just accidentally commit every felony of your life during the one stretch where you have:
a free office, a crush with a local spot, a drug fairy, a corporate alias, and a legally blind financial rep funneling your wife's assets straight into your nose.

💅✨

what i think

here are my thoughts.

…

✨ i think my husband’s dad died when he was two.

✨ i think my husband has always felt profoundly alone.

✨ i think my husband has carried a vacancy inside himself for as long as he can remember.

✨ i think my husband volunteered to serve the united states.

✨ i think my husband signed up and achieved the position of an elite special forces army ranger.

✨ i think my husband became a paramedic in syria
and watched human beings dismembered
and blown the fuck apart.
💥💫🩸🔥

✨ i think my husband deployed to afghanistan
and witnessed mass death
and participated in state-sanctioned assassinations
of a sacredly counted number of people.
(side note: i would never throw out your shadowbox. ever. duh.)
💫⚔️🕯️🩸

✨ i think these experiences permanently fucking altered him.

✨ i think my husband sustained a traumatic brain injury
from training with heavy weapons systems
and it changed him
not intellectually
but neurologically
regulation
impulse
something quieter
and more fucking brutal.
💫🧠⚡💥

✨ i think my husband returned from war
with a measurable addiction
and a visibly haunted nervous system.

✨ i think my husband was formally fucking diagnosed with ptsd. 💖✨🦄

✨ i think my husband still managed to function just enough
despite addiction
despite trauma
to graduate from elite institutions
without completely self-fucking-destructing.
💫🎓🪖⚖️

✨ i think a specific environment
and a certain compliance department
were fucking asleep at the goddamn wheel
while every single red flag was fucking waving
that he was actively struggling with addiction.
🚨🚨🚨🛑💣🧯🙈

✨ i think my financial representative developed
an overt and unexplained emotional enmeshment
with my legal, live-in husband
while i was in my third trimester
before deciding to sign onto my family’s account
and hold my eleven-day-old newborn.
🥰✨💖🍼👶📉

✨ i think my husband is on record
during this exact period
spiraling into sex addiction and substance abuse.
🙌💯🔥

✨ i think there was maybe a five-second window
right after we got married
where my husband genuinely attempted sobriety.

✨ i think a certain financial institution
and several individuals
threw fucking gasoline on our lives
and struck the goddamn match.
⛽🔥🔥🔥💥🏦

✨ i think the outcome was me
financially fucking annihilated
nearly dead
and left alone
with our beautiful, perfect child.
🩸📉🖤👩‍👧✨

—

i goddamn
know 💡✨
i liked him better
when he was fucking sober.

that is a fact.

—

that’s what i fucking think.
that’s all i have to goddamn say.

amen.

🕊️🔥

122 texts you’re not allowed to read, but totally sign these docs anyway 🦋✨⚖️

or: “122 texts too legally spicy to show me, but not too illegal to take my money” 💅🦋📉✨

//

🔥🧯💬✨

ok so.

really visualize this shit— 👁️✨

you’re painfully pregnant,
legally single‑income,
broke from funding a “career launch,”
…🙂✨🔫
and every adult in the room
is like:

🙏🕊️✨
“don’t worry babe,
we’re just helping plan
for your baby’s future.”
✨💫🥰

…

🌿💀

“PLEASE SIGN HERE.” ✨✍️🤰
(four times) 🌿💀

…

🥀🪦✨

—

meanwhile,
backstage? 🎬
now y’all say there are…

💣💥 122 private messages 💥💣

between:
👤 my husband
+
👥 the very reps
collecting my private financial + medical data—
and those messages are being
withheld under the fifth amendment. 🙏✨🧾

aka:

🚫 not smiley faces
🚫 not just off-topic
🚫 not “lol”

🌿💀 low-key:

“we can’t show these or someone might get charged with a crime.” ✨🧾

🔥🧯💬✨???

—

🧠 “the fuckkkk?” translation 🔥💬

baby,
if a company is:

✨ collecting your income + medical history
✨ advising your pregnant self to move retirement funds
✨ having nurses show up to your condo
✨ tells you to sign insurance paperwork “for your daughter’s future”
✨ plugs your name in to pay for life insurance on a dude
…
that was actively 💥
your biggest murder threat.

🧌🔪

and
at the same time—
their reps ✨👤
were privately texting
my erratic,
🤜🏻💥😵
violent husband…
✨ not 122 times total —
no, no, no, no. silly goose!
🚨 122 times they legally can’t show me.
🚨 during the active inducement window.

📅🧯✨🔥💬
ok wait, so like…
was this onboarding or
an unauthorized compliance experiment?

because
nowhere in the disclosure docs
did it say:

✨🤫

“btw, while onboarding you,
we’ll be texting your unstable partner innumberable times in private
and later invoke the fifth amendment when asked about it.”
🥂📉💥✨

the fuck??

because they’re…
too
criminally
risky?💥✨

omg.
BABE. 🔥💬
you do life insurance,
not laundering crypto for the mob.

💀📉🧃

this isn’t wall street.
it’s a suburban financial office
with inspirational quotes
in the goddamn break room.

but, 👤💭 crime-adjacent comms????

👮🏾‍♂️⛓️‍💥🚨

yo.
so.
what in the—
compliance shitshow is this?🔥💬💩

like dawg.
that’s actually wild.
🚫 would not have signed.
🚫 would not have funded shit.
✅ would have kicked him the fuck out.
but
lol OK. 🔥🔥
go off, champ.
🦹🏼‍♂️💰💨

…

so like,
let me repeat,
🗣️💥 what in the cubicle-adjacent crime is going on here? 🕵🏼‍♀️🔪

babe,

💀🍷 be goddamn serious.✨

pretty fucking sure—

that’s
not goddamn
✨“industry standard.”✨
shit,
that’s an inducement
with a whole-ass concealment aura. 🔥🔥

good job. 🧨🪩✨

…

jesus christ.
(please forgive me) 🕊️✨

—

because homie,
to review…
y’all are trying to say—
📆 omg, BTW:

🐀 oct 16, 2023 💥→ 16 texts
🐀 oct 30 💥→ 21 more
🐀 dec 7 💥→ 4
🐀 dec 18 💥→ 18
🐀 dec 31 💥→ 19
🐀 jan 11,💥the day before my girl requests my medical files → 21 messages
🐀 jan 25,💥 the day i gave birth → 23 messages 🚨🧯✨

✨🐀🐀🧯🔥💬💩💫

and yo—
not from his entire retention.
no, no, nope.
like
nah, hun—
don’t be
goddamn ridiculous. 🤡✨
this is just from…
3 random-ass months.
🔥🧯💬✨
holy shit.

i mean—
baby,
what kind of ✨“financial rep” ✨
recieves 23 secret messages
from your live-in husband
during your c‑section
🙂✨🔫
but
doesn’t send
✨you✨
a single one?

🥴🩺

okie doke.

🥴🩺💔

and then later hits you with:

“oh those?
yeah… too legally radioactive to produce.”

💅✨🧨

are y’all hearing yourselves??? 💀🔊

🧊✨

jesus christ,
what that proves—
without even reading the content 🥰

if the defense thought
these texts helped them?
we’d be getting
✨highlight exhibits.✨

but naaaahhhh—
instead
they said:

“withheld under the fifth amendment.” 🔥🧯📉

and continued collecting my data anyway
like that was normal.

ok.

🤡✨📋

and babe,
we’re not even talking
unexplained cash payments yet. 💋✨
🚗✨
or the new car
or the IRA rollover
they never onboarded properly.

yo.
i wonder fucking why?

🚫⚖️🔥🧯📋✨

this is just the part
where they won’t let anyone see
what was happening while
i was being told to “trust them.” ✨📉👀

//

💋✨ in conclusion:

if it’s too incriminating to produce
it was too corrupt to base my signature on.

💸✨💫

and yes—
every one
of those messages
was from
before i signed shit.

✨🤫

before they signed me up for 👏🏼 four 👏🏼 separate 👏🏼 policies.👏🏼✨
before they erased my beneficiary status while i was paying. 🔥🔥🔥
before lapsing my own AND my child’s policy while escaping DV. 💫✨
before taking my last $200, while he refused to pay any child support. 🥲
before they dipped.

✨✍️💖🦋🌈

sadly,
not bullshit.
not feelings.
just their own concealed communications.💫✨

—

and babe?

🧾 shit doesn’t add up.

when it’s ugly but…appears to be true 🔥🔥🔥

how did i find out???

—

💥 pattern recognition, baby!

so, like…
once my
trusted financial rep 💸✨💫
let slip—
the fraud goblin 🧌
was like,
“awkwardly close to my husband, lol!”

✨🤫

babe!

the whole thing fucking explodes.
🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
because now??
shit,
i’m looking back
and realizing:
goddamn,
the patterns match.

✨👤 substance use + delusional denial.
✨👤 sudden closeness with another woman.
✨👤 sexual weirdness / heavy overt flirting.
✨👤 terrible cover-up stories.
✨👤 me being isolated, destabilized, gaslit.
✨👤 the other woman pretending to help.
✨👤 then fucking vanishing.

omg…
the exact same playbook.💫

—

and when
fraud goblin blew up?
that bestie ran for cover.

because the fucking illusion…shattered.

…

damn,
i’m not crazy.
i’m surrounded by 🔥 goddamn liars 🔥
who uno-reversed fucking reality
to focus on my sanity,
instead of their actual actions.

omg.
what i’m feeling is
cognitive rupture.

…😦 fuck.

yo.
i’ve lived through:

🔥 my dad’s abuse + evicting me deep-winter; with a newborn.
🔥 my husband’s total abandonment + long-con + near-death experience.
🔥 his sidechick defrauding me w institutional support
🔥 my childhood bestie disappears/monitors/lashes out.

and
each time
the person tried
to make me question
my own fucking
memory of the genuine events.

…😦

let’s be for real:
if nothing happened…

then:

when
i caught her
low-key in contact
with my abusive husband
💥mid-abandonment arc💥
…

💞 why didn’t she tell me he called right after it happened—mid family collapse?
💞 why didn’t she say “here’s the text” when i asked?
💞 why did my hubby feel comfortable enough to text and call her in destructo-mode in the first place?
💞 why was she in that group chat?
💞 why didn’t she show me what she sent him to make contact?
💞 why did she ghost me once the cubicle affair / drug behavior dropped?
💞 why did she stay silent while asserting she loved me?
💞 why is she still watching my socials?

🤜🏻💥😵

so
damn,
but like—
none of that shit adds up 💫
if she’s innocent.

lol.

—

and look,
even if i was tripping.

babe!
🗣️🔥 there is a random-ass
third-party witness📍✨💫
who is absolutely positive—
you 🫵🏻 were the chick
in the video ✨🤪
that fucking traumatized her.

yo,
✨💫
she cold-dropped
the exact fucking timeframe—
that i had previously questioned
🗣️ UN-goddamn-PROVOKED.

🙏✨🕊️

babe,
🔥 that wasn’t coincidence.🔥

✨👤🫵🏻

homie,
i didn’t prime her.
i didn’t coach that absolute queen.
i didn’t say anything.
babe,
i assumed
it was someone else entirely.
lol.
but nah,
she just took one look—

and my
global girlie said:

🔥“oh my god. it’s her.”🔥

…😦

🫵🏻✨

um…

W
T
F
?

🤫 💫

sweet baby jesus
y’all.
that’s external validation.
that’s someone seeing something
i wasn’t even TRYING to prove.
✨💰💰💰✨
and that
confirms everything
my body clocked
a year fucking earlier.

when i caught you lying. 🌈🧚‍♀️💞

—

so, in conclusion—
i apologize for NOTHING.

because listen,
every time the betrayal
hurts more
because i keep holding onto
the belief
that
this time,
it’s fucking safe.

😦💀✨

but this time?

nah,
i’m not shutting up.
i’m definitely not begging.
i’m not
goddamn
apologizing
for seeing the truth.

—

that bitch✨
doesn’t need my grace.
nah, she needs to sit with what she did.

✨👤🫵🏻

why i think my best friend fucked my husband, probably on coke, while i had a newborn 🐀💋✨🤫

aka: NJ bestie, this PR statement isn’t giving what you think it’s giving ✶

—

disclaimer (because i’m not handing anyone free ammo):
🚫 no names.
🚫 no threats.
🚫 no doxxing.
🚫 no calls to action.
🚫 do not contact,
🚫 harass,
🚫 or try to identify anyone.

🕊️✨

this is
my account 💫
+ my evidence 💫
+ my working theory, 💫
+ straight-up fucking math.💫
not a criminal conviction.

🫶

i’ll say “based on the record”
when i mean “based on the record.”

cool?
cool.

—

first off:

everything i said?
was true.
from my vantage point.
🙂✨🔫

🕵️‍♀️ not a hallucination,
🕵️‍♀️ not a fantasy,
🕵️‍♀️ not a group project with satan.

—

babe,
maybe you think
i’m delusional 🙂✨
because i said
💥 my abusive,
💥 drug-addicted husband—
who has filmed himself
cheating on me summer 2024
on record…for fucking sport—
might’ve ALSO 💥
have done
something sketchy
with a certain bestie
that mysteriously vanished
and got SUPER WEIRD
at that exact same moment? 💥

—

(probably
on adderall 💊
maybe on coke ❄️
definitely while
i was home with
our 6‑month‑old 🍼✨)

—

ok!

so let me just say it slow and sparkly:

✦ patterned behavioral context:

🕊️ “didn’t you cheat on your husband?”
🕊️ “wasn’t your ex cheating on his preggo girlfriend with YOU?”
🕊️ ”weren’t you sleeping with a married man (w kids!) based on an unconfirmed open situationship?”
🕊️ “weren’t you trying to sleep with one of your friend’s husbands while she was cheating on hers?"

holy shit.

👠✨

babe.
that’s not an alibi.
that’s a résumé.

that’s not an explanation.
that’s a
confession written in
passive voice and slut archives™.

✨🪦✨

and look;
that absolute
how-to-gaslight-manifesto?™

babe!

🙃 you didn’t deny it
🙃 you didn’t answer the actual question
🙃 you watched my socials for months in silence
🙃 you’re now pretending you’re the victim of...

a vibe?

girl.
be so serious.

💋

oh,
i’m paranoid?
you don’t know why
i’m thinking
✨my bestie
and my husband
might have fucked?💫

…

🗣️🔥
i’m sorry babe,
which part of
🔥🔥🔥
“literally uncovering
he was cheating on tape”
screams “delusional”?

😐😶🫥

sweetie—
that’s not ✨a theory, ✨
that’s a
🔥 deleted camera roll
🔥 + third-party witness
🔥 + multiple confirmed ID’s of you in the video

+ a “he fled the state
with no car seat—straight after” vibe.

✨ next ✨

let’s recap—

✦ part one: when the vibes got… off

suddenly:

➳ bestie’s always around✨
➳ husband’s unraveling✨
➳ i’m absurdly trusting✨

and
the boundaries?
lol dawg,
those were
starting to vibe shift.

🕊️✨

—
bro.
no real reasoning.
just a slow crawl toward:
🚨 what the fuck is going on. 🧊✨

—

✦ part two: the access calculation 🧮

i mean,
no one confessed.
lol.

just:

➳ shared numbers 📱
➳ off-record contact ☎️
➳ hidden phone calls 🔕
➳ simultaneous disappearances
➳ identical patterns
➳ too much shared air 😮‍💨
➳ and me—
apparently,
the only one 💫
with zero fucking clue
why my bestie and my husband
✨made dubious-ass contact✨
💀

after
she learned
he choked me out 😵💫
while preggo?

…

🤔 wonder how that happened.

—

✦ part three: the group chat energy shift

➳ convos were happening without me
➳ shit i should’ve known felt classified
➳ my own life started arriving late
➳ out of nowhere, they both 💥disappear off planet earth

like,
they said less.
and they made sure
i knew less.

✨classic betrayal launch. no blastoff event. just slow void.✨

—

✦ part four: weird reactions > straightforward answers

normal people,
when confronted
with a shit-ton of evidence,
say:

“wait, what? no.”

not—

🤡✌️

➳ “you’re paranoid” despite the realities.
➳ weaponize that i was a sexual abuse victim ✨(lol cool)✨
➳ ignored the actual question
➳ monologued for paragraphs about my “energy”
➳ dropped the ✨victim card✨ without playing a single fact

shit.
a single honest sentence
would’ve ended this.
but y’all went with
✨ silence,
✨ spin,
✨ self-deception,
and exit stage left.

bro, nice.

🤥🤥

not innocent behavior.
just PR panic
with vibes.

✦ part five: watching behavior like flaming red flags

shit.
this isn’t “i found a text.”✨
this is:

➳ closeness during chaos
➳ weird silence when honesty mattered
➳ buried contact they forgot to mention
➳ long emotional essays that answered zero actual questions
➳ full-on ghosting when accountability showed the fuck up

🚩 one flag?
fine.
a whole parade of them?
—baby! ✨🤡 🚩
that’s a pattern.

🐀💫

—

✦ part six: this wasn’t “me spiraling,” tyvm

ok, now?
let’s be really fucking serious:

➳ a video exists💥 of my husband in bed💥 with another woman
➳ a third-party recognizes her by face and voice, and names her, repeatedly. 💥💥
➳ watches again. confirms it again. 🚩
➳ says it traumatized her because she knew what she saw.

same time frame?
➳ they’re texting behind my back 🚩
➳ they both disappear right after we all “hang out” 🚩
➳ they exchanged numbers for debatable reasons 🚩
➳ she doesn’t tell me he called until i ask 🚩
➳ and when i ask questions?
…silence. long silence. 🚩

🧊✨

meanwhile me?

➳ literally i’m out here asking…

am…i…wrong???

lol.

nah.
damn dude.
this was brutal clarity under betrayal.🔥
this was reality-check mode from hell.🔥

yo—✨that’s not paranoia.✨
that’s what we call
observant as hell with PTSD.

—

💀🍆✨

so babe, did they fuck?

💥 who
💥 fucking
💥 cares.

🐀🐀💫

…

you know what i do know?

✨ i did not make anything up.
✨ i did not assume.

🦋 i noticed.
🦋 i hesitated.
🦋 i defended.
🦋 i doubted.
🦋 i waited.

…

and all i got back was:

🚫 zero answers
📉 super suspiciously weird-ass vibes
💀 regular surveillance, without contact
📵 and a fucking unfollow

…

😐😶🫥

so yeah.

babe!
i stopped asking.
and started narrating.

✨ fin ✨🤮

aiding + abetting, baby. 🥺🔪✨

(restatement § 876(b): knowledge + substantial assistance = congrats, you’re in the group project)

you know
what’s COOLER 🕯️💀
than fraud?
fraud with a helper. 💫

😇🫶

…

because
aiding and abetting
is literally:
there has to be
an actual tort
in the room.
not vibes.
not “awkward.”
🥰✨

…an underlying wrong.

⚖️ the elements ✨

…

1) underlying wrong:
somebody’s conduct is wrongful

(✨torts in the background:
💥concealment,
💥breach of trust,
💥conversion/theft vibes,
💥emotional devastation, etc.)

2) knowledge:
the deputy knows it’s wrong.
or did the classic
“i’m just gonna not look directly at it” exercise. 🙈✨
while actively
building the conditions
that require not knowing.
🐀💫

the count literally frames it as:
actual knowledge or willful blindness
(lol girl just “shut her eyes”). 🧠🫶

3) substantial assistance / encouragement:
🚫 not passive.
🚫 not incidental.
🚫 not “i was merely present.”
active enablement that makes the harm work.💫

more like:
“i made it easier.
faster.
cleaner.
harder to detect.”
🐀💫

but babe!
🗣️ ”what does “substantial assistance” look like ???”

…

🙂✨🔫

it can look like:

✨ gatekeeping info so the target stays clueless.
✨ routing communications through the wrong person so control stays concentrated.
✨ administrative power: using role/access to execute changes.
✨ financial support / transfers that keep the bad actor resourced and bold.
✨off-channel coordination (because compliance systems are such a buzzkill).

and when
the deputy later
deletes/hides channels?
that’s not “self-care.”
omg!
that’s consciousness of wrongdoing vibes.

🧘‍♀️🫥📵

aiding + abetting
is when
the abusive partner
needed an accomplice
and the abettor was like:
“omg yes bestie i love team-work.”

🥺💖⚖️

shit. it’s (definitely) 💞 ...constructive fraud. 🥹✨

listen;
it’s like this:

when
you’re kept
✨captivatingly uninformed ✨🐍
about the shit
that would…
💥 obviously 💥
alter your decision.

🥰🫧

baby! 🥹✨

that’s MATERIAL <3

✨🛍️

…

i’m not being “dramatic.”

nah.

i’m just adverse
to being induced 💥
to sign + pay 💥
while the material facts 💖🫧
are…
backstage doing coke ❄️💳🤪
off the compliance manual. 🐀💫

💖⚖️
(use your brain 🧠)

…

like.
🙃 “hi yes i’m the payor.” 🌸
🙃 “hi yes i’m the client.” 🌸
🙃 “hi yes i would like to know if there’s a conflict.” 🌸

…

…

😇💅✨

…

and
the response is:
🚧✨ silence ✨
🚫✨ back-channeling ✨
📉✨ “trust us babe” ✨

and you’re like:

“slay. 🥹✨
i’m exhausted.
i’m clearly vulnerable.💫
i’m just trying
to keep my kid safe
and my life from collapsing.
so yes,
i will follow the instructions.”

🤰🏼⏳️👶🏼✨

…

🌿💀 meanwhile,
based on
the record i have, 🐀💫
entire buckets of communications
are admitted to exist…
and then withheld
because producing them
is so absolute
flaming garbage—
legally.

🔥🗑️

which is…
such a fun lil

🚨 customer service experience. 🥰💫

—

okie doke. 🫧🪩

pattern check:
☑️ payor on the front end. 💳
☑️ owner-control on the back end. 🗝️
☑️ client intentionally left out of the private chat. 🙃
☑️ “neutral professional servicing” bullshit. 🎭✨

🥀🪦✨

and that’s
why i keep saying—
softly,
sweetly,
persistently;
with fucking glitter—

✨🐍

yo (!)
this shit looks like

💋✨📌 constructive fraud. 🥰💫

not one big lie.
just a whole
omission ecosystem 💫
engineered to
keep the signatures coming.
and the investor
in the dark.

🌃✨

—

short answer (correct grammar): constructive fraud by concealment is when someone with a duty to disclose hides material facts to induce reliance, and you act under a false picture and get harmed.✨

absolutely filthy behavior.

🤷🏼‍♀️🗑️🔥

✨ on mistaking proximity to a dumpster fire for destiny ✨

✨a brief note on the delusion of being “the exception” 💅🪩✨
(aka: welcome to the museum of miscalculated dick.)

god bless. 🙏✨🕊️

—

y’all ever notice…

there’s a very specific
kind of disorder 🌀
that happens
when a calculating dude
looks impressive on paper 📄✨
but is,
in reality,
a flaming dumpster—🔥🗑️
held together by duct tape 🩹,
secrecy 🤫,
porn tabs 📱🍆,
and a
rotating cast of basic bitches
doing unpaid emotional consulting 🧹🧠💔

it’s not always malicious 😇➡️😵‍💫
sometimes
it’s just projection
with low self-esteem 🎓
and absolutely zero
fucking basis
in reality.

some females
don’t think they’re
“the other woman” 🚫👯‍♀️
oh, no no no.
they think they’re
the future 🔮✨
— temporarily delayed ⏳
by a wife 💍
a pregnancy 🤰
and some
extremely inconvenient facts 📉📎

they mistake access 🔑
for intimacy 💋
attention 👀
for devotion 💘
and mutual chaos ⚡
for chemistry 🧪💥
(which is just trauma doing work)

meanwhile,
the dude is online 🌐
with everyone 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♂️🧍
men,
women,
and god knows who—
hopefully all above the age of 18!
and no one 🚪
at the exact same goddamn time ⏰

baby!
no discernment 🚫🧠
no plan 🗺️❌
💥 no instinct to protect anything🍼📄🔥
just ✨vibes
and venmo requests✨.🏃‍♂️💨🥇

i swear,

this isn’t about blame 🙅‍♀️⚖️
it’s about pattern recognition 🔍📊🧩
and the sudden clarity
that comes with realizing
you were the only one
offered
the paperwork,
the ring,
the baby—
but as for the demon-man??
bitch—
you were spared 😌💅

because
when a man
can’t even protect
his own child’s future
on paper 🍼📑✍️
can’t even protect
the literal life he helped create,
he’s not “choosing” you.
he’s not choosing anyone ❌💘
he’s bullshitting 🩸📉
and calling it depth.

and realizing that? 👁️✨
that’s not humiliation 😌🚫

that’s freedom 🕊️🔥💖
with a side of “oh thank fuck” 🧠✨

✨🪦 end of the myth 🪦✨

"live, laugh, love and redact EVERYTHING" 🧾✨💰

🙏

once upon a time
in corporate america’s
financial fantasyland™,
i was 8 months pregnant,
paying every bill,
and carrying a man
whose job title should’ve been
🔥full-time fucking liability.🔥

he was “supervised.”
allegedly.
at a firm where
✨my only real role✨
was funding the experiment
and handing over
my life savings with a smile.

🔥🔥🔥

meanwhile,
i was assigned a
✨neutral, professional,
totally regulation-abiding✨
financial rep to handle
our accounts.

..

💥💥 except plot twist 😵💫

by december 2023,
my husband was regularly…
🔥 filming himself masturbating.
🔥 sending it to innumerable women online.
🔥 allegedly, doing cocaine!!!
🔥 multiple times a week! (with no income)
🔥 trying to murder me!

…

✨cue the “financial rep” girlie✨

a woman
✦ i never picked,
✦ barely knew,
✦ never once contacted me directly
🔥 to explain the policies
🔥 she was signing me up for
🔥 during active labor
✦ instead was texting him
🔥 constantly in private
✦ had him at her apartment;
🔥 repeatedly
✦ and gave him a myriad of cash during onboarding

…

babe!

that rep?
she never texted me,
never emailed me.
✨ the pregnant woman
✨ funding the policies,
✨ opening the files,
✨ and submitting medical records.

nope.

NAH.
that would
make too much
legal sense.

🕊️✨

my rep was REALLY BUSY texting ✨my husband.✨

the non-client,
with zero money or assets,
💥 like… a lot.
💥 like… 4am energy +
💥 birth day texts +
💥 entire message blocks
💥 now withheld under
💥 the fifth amendment
🗽🦅🤠🏈🫡 ✨
because
they might be
🔥 self-incriminating
🔥 kind of “a lot.”

🔥 like,
literally
23 messages
🔥 on the day i had a c-section.

yes,
the ones
they can’t show
in court because…
💥✨crime-adjacent content✨💥.

OK

and while
i’m being sliced open
on a table—
💥 getting strangled
💥 and punched repeatedly!
and

she’s privately
engaged with
💥 my chronically cheating husband??
while she’s…
💥 legally handling my policies?

no.
that shit
is not good.
like, are y’all awake?

soooo:

🤫 sending private messages…for our entire marriage.
🤫 hosting him during onboarding, at her place…✨privately.✨
🤫 giving him money; ✨repeatedly
🤫 collecting my sensitive data
🤫 handling onboarding without telling me
…how the ✨actual ownership✨ is being assigned

🔥🤫🔥

and magically… after all of this...

✨the broke guy
with no job
and no premiums
magically becomes
the policy owner✨

and there’s
🙂 no written explanation of why.
🙂 no authorization from me.
🙂 no documented instruction.

uh oh!

so…

✨i, the pregnant human wallet,
become just the monthly donor✨
✨and nobody can explain
how that happened✨

🫧 just girl math, i guess? 💅

no email trail.
no legal justification.
💀 just vibes,
💀 late-night convos,
💀 mystery transactions,
💀 his location at her apartment
💀 and the constitutionally protected silence
💀 of reps who now can't explain anything
💀 without needing their own lawyer.

—

and if
you're wondering:

💖 “maybe it’s just a coincidence!”
babe…
the whole timeline
is one giant
coincidence crime scene.

✨but yes,
tell me again
how this was
totally professional✨

or legal!

🐀💫

…

short answer with legally correct grammar:
decisions about my policies and money were made through private communication with my spouse, not with me. i was pregnant, financially supporting the household, and excluded from key ownership decisions. those decisions benefitted the person i was funding. and the people defending them now can’t explain what happened without invoking the fifth amendment.

the rebound 🤾🤾⛹️ —no like, it was always my ex…EX.

people keep
trying to narrate me like:

🥺 “she just misses him.”
🥺 “she’s obsessed.”
🥺 “she can’t let go.”

and i’m like…

babe. 😭💀
can’t let go???
i could barely bring myself
to like the dude half the time.
let alone be obsessed.

shit.
i wasn’t “in love.”
i was in goddamn damage control. 🚨🧯✨

i was out here
doing the lord’s work like:

🙏 “please stop self-destructing.”
🙏 “please stop lying.”
🙏 “please stop acting like a walking red flag manufacturer.”
🙏 “please stop turning my home into a live-action war zone.”

homie…
you like…chicks 💅…right?

🤾🤾⛹️

bruh.

and now?

based on
what i lived +
what’s documented +
what the pattern screams…
this man didn’t “change.”

NAH.

he was a
psychotic goblin
from the jump 🧌💅
and i didn’t “lose him.”

babe.
i survived long enough
to escape him. 🕊️✨

also, side note.

LMFAO. 😭🥂

sir.
you have
never once crossed my mind as:

💖 “the one”
💖 “my person”
💖 “my soulmate”

my dude
you cross my mind as:

🚩 “that was fucking dangerous.”
🚩 “bro was not normal.”
🚩 “why was i paying for this.”
🚩 “holy shit, thank god i got us out.”

and
do i pray
he becomes
a functional adult
someday
…for our child?

yeah.
because i’m a mother. 👑🍼
and i have a soul. 😌🕊️

but do i miss that?

no????

losing money?
and getting
my ass kicked? ✨🪦✨

bro PASS.

🥷🔫💰

but

when i miss love?
when i miss real familiarity?
when i miss the kind of connection
that doesn’t feel like
a fucking hostage negotiation? 💀📞

i think of the dude before you.

obviously.
because you were a rebound.

🏀🖤😎

but shit.

in terms of true love??
someone i wanna chill with???

homie.

you don’t even
qualify as a recollection.

🤾🤾⛹️

you qualify as a goddamn kill site. ⚠️✨

and listen —
i’m not saying he’s a demon
as a medical diagnosis 😇
i’m saying:
based on the timeline
and the conduct
i witnessed,
the vibes were
deeply fucking demonic 🖤🧚‍♀️

“never again, amen.”

🙏✨🪩

shit man, def would not have signed. ✨✋😬🤚

okay but real talk.

does anyone
at this establishment
that i was ✨induced✨
into sponsoring—
ever
once
ask:

🕊️

✨👶 “how’s the baby?”
✨🤰 “how’s your pregnant wife?
✨✍️ “we hear she’s in the emergency room…a lot.”
✨🚗 “was she in the car you took?”
✨💳 “is the person paying for literally everything okay?”

it’s giving…
🔥 “oh noooo!!!”
🔥 “BRAD are you gunna survive being unemployed?”
🔥 “how are you feeling today, brad??”
🔥 “BRAD are you a sad boy today???”

full stop.
end scene. 🎬

///

shit babe!
i’m not even
my husband’s own
🚨👤 emergency contact—
when he demolishes
my own investment!
✨damn,✨
i’m not the reference point.
i’m definitely not the focus—
nah,
i guess…
just my assets??
my husband??

i mean
he did want me to
sell my condo✨
💖🥰💞
mid-strangulation arc.✨

💸🧚‍♀️✨ and a life policy too??

it tracks.

but
💞so weird.💞

how did you
✨fulfill your duty to✨…✋😬🤚
”not lie / not mislead / not omit material shit”—

💸🧚‍♀️✨

because
before i even signed
the
🔥 four
🔥 different
🔥 contracts???

…

🪩 suddenly y’all are like—
BTW:

multiple female advisors
💸🧚‍♀️ who collected my financial data
💸🧚‍♀️ who advised during that period
💸🧚‍♀️ who interacted with my husband constantly

💥 can’t tell me
💥 what they said to him
😵💫
because
🗣️ it might implicate…
💀 a crime??????

✨💅✨

LMFAO.

oh shit. 🐀💫

(i thought
the crime was
💥 beating me severely
and
almost
💥 killing💥
our unborn child…
that’s weird?)

maybe,
unrelated.
lol.

💀🐀💫

okie doke.

babe!
but not…a few!

they are withholding
💥 100+ communications
💥 under a fifth amendment
💥 act-of-production theory
(aka: “handing this over could incriminate me,
so no ❤️”),
explicitly citing hubbell.

noooo,
what even is this???

👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

like
i’m sorry—
WHAT?

🗓️ date after
🗓️ date after date
🗣️before i even signed the policies 💫
🗣️ multiple representatives
🗣️ who continued
for years…
.
.
💣💥
to harvest
my financial investment
and my private information
+ medical data
💥 all “professional.”
💥 all “supervised.”
💥 all somehow
💥 fifth
💥 amendment
💥 adjacent.

///

absolutely incredible.

babe.
i definitely
would have wanted
to know that
✨before i signed.✨

…

anyway.

🦋✨ very client-centered.
🪩 very family-focused.
🕊️ very “we take conflicts seriously.”

—

💥 hot take:
if your
✨“regulated professional relationship”✨
has criminal (fucking) exposure 🔥🚨👤
before i sign the paperwork???

I DON’T WANNA SIGN IT, boo.

💫

🦋 the miracle of genesis™

remember when
i gave birth?
not just to a baby —
but to
a permanent fracture
in trust,
safety,
and basic reality.

💫✨

same day.
different tab.

—

😌🙏✨🕊️

while doctors were
cutting me open
to deliver our first child,
my husband was texting…
my ✨assigned financial representative.✨—
…

off the record 🤫
(they literally made it off the record.)

🔥twenty-
🔥three
🔥times.

but babe—
WAIT 😭🙏
it’s not…“23 total messages.”
nah.
🥺💖
it’s 23 messages 💥💥💥
they refused 🚫
to produce—
on the day
our first child was born. 💫

✨🕊️🥹🙏❤️

so the accurate synopsis is:

there were messages that day
they felt comfy with.
and then
there were twenty-three 💫
they were like:
“no ❤️”
“respectfully, the constitution 😌”

so…

🪩 “what does ‘pleading the fifth’ mean?”
it means:

🦋✨🧚‍♀️
“handing this over
could expose me
to criminal liability,
so no ❤️.”
😇

…
💓 not “privacy.”
💓 not “oops i lost my phone.”
nah.
it’s a constitutional nope
with paperwork.

💖🦋🌈

“but isn’t this a ✨ civil case?✨ ”
yup.
which is why
💍💖✨
💥this
💥is
💥 so loud:
they’re not saying “irrelevant.”
they’re saying

🧚‍♀️✨ “the act ALONE
of producing it ✨🪄💫
could be legally treacherous.”

🔥🔥🔥🔥

damn,
i didn’t even have
nerve-feeling back yet
but don’t worry—
she had my husband’s number.

🔥📱✨

SO…

🙂 professional check-in?
🙂 mentorship logistics?
🙂 🧚‍♀️🦋🌈 4 a.m. financial-abuse wellness affirmations?

🪄✨ yo, nice.

love that. love the creativity.

i feel,
deeply disturbed.
i feel…
truly traumatized. 💫

🦋✨🌸

yo…
😮 those are not vibes.
😮 those are dates
the justification squad
chose
✨on purpose✨…
like,
💥 they curated this.
they looked at the universe
of communications and said:

💖 “yes. 💫 these ones.
the ones where we’re texting during labor.
those feel safe.”

💖🥰💞

let’s flag that!

sugar—
when the “why” is
💥the fifth💥,
it’s not because
it’s boring.
nah,
logically —
OMG…it gets
🔥 so
🔥 much
🔥 worse
from there.

😇 incredible.
🦋 i feel so protected.
🪩 financially nourished.
🕊️ empowered as a consumer.
🚩 fully erased as a human.

dope. 🪩