May as well drop some good tunes off for y’all though.
Hope everyone made it through the New Year with all your fingers and eyeballs. I’ll know if y’all stop responding someone got a little too giddy with the mortars and is now down an index and ring.
I honestly hate to have to do this, but it looks as though I must. These motherfuckers. I can’t get a fucki-
Let’s just hop to it huh.
Indian River County, which is the fucking sticks, and I mean sticks, a woman in her 40’s has been hit with a vehicle and left dead right at the scene. The culprit? Her romantic partner.
I wish I could give you some details, but two press releases deep and they still won’t cough up any names because the man is a flight risk, so says the Sheriff’s Department.
All right, let me clear my throat, and I’ll get to poppin right off.
Ahem. Y’all. If you are involved in an altercation with your romantic partner, boyfriend, baby mama, husband, or ex-lover, what in the fuck do I keep saying?
You do not go alone. You never go to deal with a volatile and possibly dangerous individual alone. If you don’t have a couple of cousins who have hands, an ex you get along with who was in the Corps, or a daddy who has a rifle collection, you need to do any talking at the Sheriff’s department.
This is what they are there for. All those substations? I assure you. Pull into one. Go right on in and tell them you have to do a property swap, you need to collect your child support check, you have to get your Olaplex that you left in his bathroom, whatever. I assure you, they will come right on out to the lobby and talk with you.
I was with a woman last month who had the deputies meet her in the Publix parking lot for a child support swap. If you call the non-emergency line, they will tell you when a deputy can meet you at said location. You don’t have to spend even one second wondering if that jackass is going to try to whip your ass in public.
If for whatever reason law enforcement isn’t an option for you, I understand. I have been there, remember? Y’all know I’m not the only one of me who does what I do, right? I’ve met several others in my travels, and I retained their information because I like to have alliances.
You don’t have to put your baby daddy in jail to get your shit back. That is false. It is totally possible to get the fuckery worked out without anyone getting their ass kicked, without anyone dying.
Well, sometimes. Sometimes, punks jump up to get beat down and that’s just how it happens. If someone doesn’t know how to stand down when it’s time to stand down, well, that’s their dumb ass fault, now isn’t it?
You do not do this shit alone. Not today, not tomorrow, not Thursday next week. I don’t care if he is being as sweet as he was the day y’all started dating. Do not fucking do it. No. Dammit. No.
If you’re putting an exit plan together, and you need help working logistics, it’s literally what I’m here for. I’m not just telling you to get me on the Bitchface line because I like fucking typing it. I literally mean I will help you. Really.
I don’t care if we have never spoken a single word to one another. I don’t care if you sat in the back row with them dirty bitches sneering at me. None of that shit matters. I will help you get out with your life. All you have to do is hit the logo, you’re coming right to me.
No more this year. Let’s let this woman out in the sticks of Indian River County be the last one we lose this year, in Jesus’ name.
I can’t help you if you don’t reach out. Don’t think you’re Bionic Bitchface and you got this shit, sis. So did every other individual who lost their life leaving. Hear me when I say this shit.
You don’t know until you get there what the plan is. What are you really going to do if the plan ends up being taking your life?
Come on, sis, get your shit together.
No one “ has it together” or needs to have it together on their own. We are a sisterhood and no woman is left to fight alone, including their children and pets. 💜💜💜