I Was Just Trying to Situate the Situationship… So How TF Did I End Up Married to Satan’s Sidekick?
Let me just say this: some stories are meant to be cautionary tales, and baby, this one right here? You might want to grab a glass of wine, some popcorn, and maybe a neck brace, cause this ride got WHIPLASH written all over it. See, it was never supposed to be a relationship. Nope. Not even close. It was a situationship. One of those “we’re just vibing” kinda things that somehow evolved into “I do” —and not even in a cute Hallmark classic movie type of way. More like a 1998 Lifetime movie meets Judge Judy kind of chaos. And before I knew it, I wasn’t just living in delusional hell—I had a whole forwarding address there. I got caught up in a whirlwind of cheating, gaslighting, manipulation, and abuse. The kind that makes you question your sanity while folding the clothes of the man who tore up the last three outfits you bought because you dared to look like a person in public. And when he did “replace” them? Babyyyyy… it was giving clearance rack at a retirement home. One shi...