So my ex thought it would be funny to pull a loyalty test prank on me and not a cute one.
A humiliating one. We have two kids together, were engaged, wedding literally next month, and instead of trusting me, he decided to set me up like I was on some broke reality show. He had his homeboy following me for WEEKS. Watching me. Waiting to see if I’d “fold.” Mind you, I’ve never cheated. Ever. I’m a mom. I work. I go home. That’s it. One night I’m at a nice restaurant for a business dinner with my boss who is very masculine, very grown, and very . Professional.
Suddenly I notice the same homeboy I’ve seen around me three times that week. Red flag. He sits near me, starts saying slick stuff, trying to flirt. I’m uncomfortable, confused, and ready to leave. My ex-fiancé walks in with two other dudes and CAMERAS, roses in hand, loud as hell talking about: “You passed the loyalty test” People laughing. Recording. My boss staring. Me standing there shaking. I have severe anxiety, a seizure disorder, and I’m medicated. I started crying on the spot. Ended up in the hospital from being overstimulated. Not because I’m weak because my body literally shuts down under stress.
I didn’t speak to him for a week. He begged. Apologized. Sent paragraphs. During that week I was already planning to move anyway, so instead of touching my own money, I asked him for $5k… twice. He sent it. I used that money for a down payment on my 4-bedroom, 3-bath house not renting. I used the rest to transfer utilities and paperwork into my name. Wedding month comes. I’m quietly packing. He didn’t even notice half my stuff disappearing. I called a moving truck, asked him for $1,000, paid the movers $200 each, and was gone. I left the ring on the counter. Filed for child support. He now pays 4k something a month. Packed my kids. Packed my peace.
Because if you had to stalk me, set me up, embarrass me publicly, and risk my health just to feel secure you never deserved to marry me in the first place. Now he won’t stop harassing me. Switching from “I miss my family” to anger when I don’t respond. Showing up where he knows I might be. Acting confused about why I left, like he didn’t play with my mental health, my body, and my life for a viral moment. Here’s the part that really burns him. A few days after all of that, my boss called the same boss who watched that entire restaurant scene go down. He told me I got the position. Not only that, but I’m now making six figures a year. Cali girl! Ladies know your worth and men stop doing unnecessary bs!
