You get some great, amazingly fantastic news. What’s the first thing you do?

🚨GRAPHIC CONTENT AHEAD- PLEASE USE CAUTION AS THIS POST CONTAINS COUNTRY MUSIC AS WELL AS INFORMATION ABOUT ABUSE, NEGLECT AND OTHER DISTURBING EVENTS.🚨

What an appropriate prompt after the last couple of days in my little pink world! It’s almost like Day One is tapped into the vibrational universe and understands when we all need to tell a story. I don’t know about yall but it’s nice.

The simple answer is: text everyone I know, on a Friday morning at 12:38am because this shit is too good not to share. 🤣😂

Or at least that is what happened last time… anywho- did yall see that squirrel over there? 🐿️🐿️🐿️🐿️🐿️🐿️🐿️🐿️🐿️🐿️🐿️🐿️🐿️🐿️🐿️🐿️🐿️

We start our Saturday morning special by wishing all a blessed 4:20am. For the second night in a row I managed to pass out at 6:30 and be up again by 12:30, but unlike Friday evening I was unable to go back to sleep. I have laid here contemplating the possible prompts and reflecting over the last 24-48 hours of my life. At least until the people across the way brought their huskies in off the 3rd floor balcony, who have been up barking since midnight. The stage is set for the story of the day.

Today is going to bless you with the story of how my ex went to jail for Christmas because he threw a shoe at his sister. 🤣😂

Although my portion of the story is what truly makes this a country music hit. We got a truck, a girl that left, and prison. Seems like all is on orders, so here we go!

(Verse 1)
Born under a wicked star, raised on broken dreams,
Captain Methhead, a man of shattered seams.
Coal dust on his boots, Syboxon in his veins,
Driving down that lonely road, haunted by his pains.

(Chorus)
He’s an abusive middle-aged man,
Living life like he’s got a plan.
But he’s just born evil, can’t you see?
Leaving scars on those who dare to be free.

(Verse 2)
Invisible maiden with hair so fair,
Trapped in a nightmare, drowning in despair.
She loved him blindly, for over a year,
But packed up her car, no more to fear.

(Bridge)
New Balance thrown, at her fragile head,
She thought she’d be dead, but instead,
She found the courage to call the cops again,
Sending him to jail, where he belongs, my friend.

(Chorus)
He’s an abusive middle-aged man,
Living life like he’s got a plan.
But he’s just born evil, can’t you see?
Leaving scars on those who dare to be free.

(Verse 3)
Through Appalachian mountains, she made her escape,
With bruises and wounds, her soul to reshape.
Delivering justice to the attorney’s door,
Knowing he’d spend time locked up once more.

(Outro)
Twenty days in jail, for all he had done,
But for his victims, the battle’s never won.
He may have gone behind bars, but the pain lingers on,
For justice can only be done, healing ourselves until the scars are gone.

To this day he still contacts me, I will never write back. His mental health issues are ever present in each message he sends. He thinks he’s still got it, but he blind to the fact that his manipulation has an end.

Before you ask, I went to the police. Multiple times over that year. Standing in the police station, listening to the officer tell you there was nothing they could do to help me. I’m standing there bloodied from the face, but because I left all of my stuff there it was now considered his property. It wasn’t until he took it all the threw it out in the yard during a downpour, was I allowed to collect any of my things again.

He put a hammer through my MacBook, because he couldn’t get over text messages from a boyfriend before. He’d intentionally wake me up because he was angry, with a swift kick to my gut or back as I laid on the floor. The dresser wasn’t a soft landing point after being kicked in the face. I’m really sorry you have sexual malfunctions, even disassociated to XNXX porn.

Yet after all of that, and more. Two years later he’s still begging me to come back to a hell I never asked for. I’ve blocked all his stuff, thrice changed my phone. Yet like a plague, it’s mental warfare he now yearns.

I won’t fucking do it. I’ve told you to kick rocks. Apparently you do not understand the meaning of FUCK OFF.

Maybe you’re just too stupid to realize you deserve to be alone. That compound was never meant to be a happy home.

NOONE LIKES YOU NOT EVEN YOUR OWN FLESH AND BONE.

I’m sorry to dump this out there, on the unwilling and unknown. This monster has a name, just like all the others we know. He’s got the potential to be a Bundy, Dahmer or Crow.

I really wish Logan County, West Virginia would do something, but he spent 20 days in lockup….

For throwing a shoe…

But yall allowed him to keep a conceal carry license…

When he was actively beating and threating the shit out of me?

I reported it multiple times, yet I only have pall mall scars in my skin and a stolen 2021 tax return as my proof to show.

You promised it would be saved to get me a car- yet you spent $6000 on kitchen cabinets like it was yours… then tried to force me into agreeing that I gave it to you as a gift. To this day I’m still owed.

The only power I have, is to put him on blast. Since no one else wants to open up, here you go virtual wasteland. I hope someone out there can help get this truly evil man off the streets for good.

I honestly don’t care if he sees this and get made. I’m pretty sure his exs would all agree with me and they are welcome to combine forces. I know I’m not the only one he did this too, but to think the girl before me was going to allow him to father her twins…

I’m thankful you escaped girl, and chose to lock him far away. If you read this please know, I never talked shit about you. That was all him because the entire time he wanted you still.

Happy Saturday Purge yall. Get it out the system!