Brooke🦋

The vast majority of abuse does not happen in public. It happens in private. Behind closed doors, in conversations no one else hears, in patterns that are hard to explain until you finally step back and see the whole thing. From last year into this year, I was in a volatile, emotionally abusive relationship with Billy, someone in the BDSM / Findom community. Someone many of you know, and someone whose reputation already came with warnings I previously did not want to believe. When people spoke poorly of him, I defended him. I believed there was more to the story. I believed the version of him I saw at first. Charming, tender, protective, loyal, and misunderstood. That is part of what makes this so painful to say now. I protected the image of someone who eventually abused me behind closed doors. I am not sharing this because I want drama. I am sharing because I am done minimizing what happened to me just because it happened where other people could not see it, or where other people were not willing to see it. People who are abusive in private can still be charming, well-liked, generous, funny, respected, and kind to everyone except the person they are hurting. That is part of why it takes so long to understand what is happening. You keep comparing the person everyone else sees to the person you are experiencing alone, and you start questioning yourself. For months, I was left confused, destabilized, emotionally raw, and pushed into one of the darkest mental states of my life. I kept trying to explain my pain to someone I had repeatedly told was hurting me. I kept hoping for accountability, care, repair, and basic honesty. Instead I was made to feel disposable, replaceable, and unreasonable for reacting to pain I did not create by myself, while the people around him continued to praise and celebrate his accountability, growth, and accomplishments. I am not ready to share every detail publicly, and I may never share everything. But I am finally ready to stop carrying this in silence. I tried addressing this directly with Billy more than once. I tried to be heard without making it public. I tried to give him the chance to acknowledge the extreme harm he caused and do the right thing. That never happened. And at a certain point, silence and avoidance do not get to rewrite what happened to me. This is not an invitation for debate, gossip, or interrogation. It is me naming my experience plainly. Billy abused me for 8 months behind closed doors. It changed me deeply. And I am choosing to tell the truth without protecting the image of someone who did not protect me.

The vast majority of abuse does not happen in public. It happens in private. Behind closed doors, in conversations no one else hears, in patterns that are hard to explain until you finally step back and see the whole thing. From last year into this year, I was in a volatile, emotionally abusive relationship with Billy, someone in the BDSM / Findom community. Someone many of you know, and someone whose reputation already came with warnings I previously did not want to believe. When people spoke poorly of him, I defended him. I believed there was more to the story. I believed the version of him I saw at first. Charming, tender, protective, loyal, and misunderstood. That is part of what makes this so painful to say now. I protected the image of someone who eventually abused me behind closed doors. I am not sharing this because I want drama. I am sharing because I am done minimizing what happened to me just because it happened where other people could not see it, or where other people were not willing to see it. People who are abusive in private can still be charming, well-liked, generous, funny, respected, and kind to everyone except the person they are hurting. That is part of why it takes so long to understand what is happening. You keep comparing the person everyone else sees to the person you are experiencing alone, and you start questioning yourself. For months, I was left confused, destabilized, emotionally raw, and pushed into one of the darkest mental states of my life. I kept trying to explain my pain to someone I had repeatedly told was hurting me. I kept hoping for accountability, care, repair, and basic honesty. Instead I was made to feel disposable, replaceable, and unreasonable for reacting to pain I did not create by myself, while the people around him continued to praise and celebrate his accountability, growth, and accomplishments. I am not ready to share every detail publicly, and I may never share everything. But I am finally ready to stop carrying this in silence. I tried addressing this directly with Billy more than once. I tried to be heard without making it public. I tried to give him the chance to acknowledge the extreme harm he caused and do the right thing. That never happened. And at a certain point, silence and avoidance do not get to rewrite what happened to me. This is not an invitation for debate, gossip, or interrogation. It is me naming my experience plainly. Billy abused me for 8 months behind closed doors. It changed me deeply. And I am choosing to tell the truth without protecting the image of someone who did not protect me.

Fronting for social media won't erase the reality you live in

Monica Bellucci on her bike in Rome, 1991.

Ok I’m obsessed with the F1 cars 🏎️

Then what does that make you for protecting a serial abuser? For giving him a shield to stand behind? For both indulging in and co-signing his abusive behavior?

If I’m a “fake bitch” for speaking the truth about him being an extremely abusive individual in the BDSM/Findom community, then so be it😇😘

Don’t worry, I would happily say all of this to your face. Too bad the only thing you’ll see from me is a restraining order though

People who are genuinely happy don’t have to scream how happy they are 24/7 to validate themselves.

I sent a couple screenshots and asked for help because you were abusing me. You sent “extensive” screenshots to get ahead of the narrative and make yourself look like a victim. How pathetic.

You wanted to be known as someone and mean something so badly for your life to have meaning. Here you go. You’re famous for being a repeated abuser to many women. No one will forget your name now.

@CowboyJoe1994 I would love that. I will take all of the healing energy I can get. Thank you Joe, that is so incredibly kind of you.🥹❤️‍🩹

@findombrooke I don't know you personally and I assume you're a victim yourself and I'm so sorry for what people have done to you just know there is a God that created you and loves you, If you don't mind I I'm in a Bible study group and I can setup up a prayer circle for you

Blaming the victim only makes YOU look bad. Not me.

If you think I’m being cruel you should have seen the 8 months of emotional, psychological, and social abuse I endured.

You really thought I was going to shut up and take it huh. You really thought you got away with it again.

Yup. And I’ve never met someone who’s more miserable deep down inside than him. Everyone’s a pawn on the chess board in his head. He is empty inside and won’t deal it so everyone else has to deal with it. Wouldn’t know real love if it smacked him over the head 3 times in a row. I start to pity him but then I remember all that he did to me.

@findombrooke @findombrooke_ Yuppp know that tactic way too well he tried to do it to me when the other 2 women cut the cord and played victim to me so yeaaa mans a bitch ass pussy… Not sorry

I don't care if you face shame me, body shame me, and talk shi* about me behind my back as long as i don't have your brain, i'm good.

You don’t need revenge. life has a BEAUTIFUL way of making people sit alone with the consequences of how they treated you.

People who don’t feel worthy will get next to you and try to swindle you or drain you for everything you got bc they feel like they’ll never have the opportunity again lmao.

the worst part about cutting off a narcissist is knowing they will come bothering you again. they never go away.

Being bullied is a sign that you are important enough to be a target. Thieves don't break into empty houses.