I'm the Manipulative narcissist.... Really lol!

Sit all the way down for this one Becca—this is long overdue.

You took someone who had already survived the unthinkable—decades of trauma, abuse, pain—and you cracked me wide open without a second thought. No therapist, no safety, no plan. Just you, playing savior with no clue and no right. You chose the most triggering time of year, lit a match to my deepest wounds, and then had the audacity to walk away like your hands weren’t covered in my blood.

And the damage? It didn’t stop there.

What you did broke me. It landed me in a mental hospital, Becca. Let that sink in. You pushed me so far past the edge that I had no choice but to check out just to survive. And while I was barely holding on, thinking it couldn’t get any worse—you proved me wrong.

You didn’t just abandon me. You pushed me out of the only place I ever felt safe.

You tossed me and my sons into the street. No home. No support. No explanation. Just cold-blooded betrayal.

Then, you destroyed and stole things that belonged to us—like we were trash to be discarded, like our lives didn’t matter. You added more trauma to a soul you’d already shattered. And still, somehow, you point your finger at me and call me the manipulative narcissist the FUCK?

Get real. That’s not just projection. That’s pure psychological abuse, masked as “tough love” or whatever bullshit story you’ve told yourself to sleep at night. You didn’t love me, Becca. You needed someone broken that you could control—and when I finally cracked under the weight of what you did and almost killed myself because of what you did to me emotionally, you didn’t step up. You finished the job.

So let me be clear:

You broke me.

You discarded me.

You endangered my children.

You stole from us.

And then you tried to flip the script and paint yourself as the victim.

You’re not a healer. You’re not a partner. You’re not even honest. You are the storm you swore you’d protect me from.

And one day, you’re going to be forced to sit with the wreckage you left behind—not because karma’s cruel, but because truth always catches up.

You don’t get to rewrite this story.

My kids and I lived it.

And now I’m finally done being silent.

Wait for what's coming next cause now it's my TURN! You think you need therapy now ... just you wait till we go through court!