I KNOW: And I’m Not Carrying Anyone Else’s Secrets Anymore

There’s a moment in every woman’s life when she stops tiptoeing around someone else’s behavior and starts standing in her own truth.

This is that moment for me.

Let me make this unmistakably clear:

"I KNOW."

I see the Snapchat activity—the “Add Me On Snapchat 💫😈” group, the searches, the returns, and the curiosity that magically spikes at 10:23 AM and again in the dead hours of the night.

I see the Facebook patterns—the late‑night profile visits, the repeat returns, the pages followed, the channels joined, and the women viewed at 2:58 AM, 5:30 AM, and 5:39 AM.

"I see the names: "

Amaya. Jennie. MistyDawn. Meena. Jennifer. Kristen.

I see Tina with the 405 number.

"I see Sweetie Venice giving out an address at 301 N Walker Ave in OKC like it’s nothing."

I see the streets:

North May Avenue. Walker Avenue. Downtown OKC.

"The places where the digital trail keeps circling back."

I see the timestamps:

5:39 AM. 2:58 AM. 5:30 AM.

"The same names. "

The same patterns.

The same nights.

"And here’s the part that matters—not just for me, but for anyone reading this who’s ever been made to feel crazy for noticing what’s right in front of them."

A Lesson for Anyone Who Needs It

Don’t be embarrassed by the truth you uncover.

"Embarrassment belongs to the person who created the situation—not the one who finally stopped pretending not to see it."

Don’t cringe because an address was mentioned.

If someone hands out their location freely, that’s their choice.

"If someone engages publicly, that’s their choice. "

If someone leaves a trail, that’s their choice.

You acknowledging it is not the crime.

"Don’t hide behind someone else’s infidelity."

Secrets only survive when you agree to carry them.

And I’m done carrying anything that isn’t mine.

"Don’t let anyone shame you for speaking your truth."

Silence protects the wrong people.

Silence keeps you small.

"Silence keeps you stuck."

I’m not doing that anymore.

This Is Not About Revenge—It’s About Reclaiming Myself

"This is about refusing to shrink. "

Refusing to be gaslit.

Refusing to be the quiet one while someone else plays loud in the shadows.

"This is about saying:"

I KNOW.

I know the names.

"I know the apps. "

I know the streets.

I know the patterns.

"I know the behavior. "

I know the truth.

And I’m not hiding it.

"Not for him. "

Not for anyone.

Not anymore.

"I’m Finding My Ground Again—And I’m Rising"

Every time I’ve been knocked down, I’ve stood back up.

Every time someone tried to make me doubt myself, I sharpened my clarity.

"Every time someone tried to bury the truth, I dug it back out."

This is me rising—again.

This is me reclaiming my voice—again.

"This is me refusing to be small—again."

And if anyone feels uncomfortable reading this?

Good.

"Maybe they should."

Because the truth isn’t meant to soothe the person who created the mess.

The truth is meant to free the person who lived through it.

"So let this stand as a reminder—to him, to anyone watching, and to anyone who’s ever been told to “let it go” or “stop overreacting”:"

I KNOW.

And I’m done pretending otherwise.