So your ex had the audacity, the nerve and the lack of sense to text you,
“Baby I’m in jail.”
And now they want you to save them like you’re a whole SWAT team and a public defender in one. Well baby, in the words of Madea…….
“I don’t do jail. I do Jesus… and even He got boundaries!”
Whew chile! Now you KNOW this one’s gonna ruffle a few feathers and stir a few chuckles too…
Imagine this: You’re minding your peaceful, unbothered business—glowing, growing, sipping your herbal tea—and outta nowhere, a message pops up from your ex. And not just any message… but one of those messages: “Hey, I got someone better than you.”
Now see… in the past, that might’ve sent you spiralling. But not today, boo. Today, you're evolved. You're healed(ish). You're grounded in peace… or at least petty with purpose.
This post isn’t about revenge. It’s about reclaiming your power, laughing through what used to hurt, and remembering that closure doesn't come from them—it comes from within. But sometimes, it also comes in a sharp, three-word clapback that leaves no room for replies.
Oh really?
That’s the whole point, sugar. I ain’t tryna find another headache in human form. One was enough, thank you kindly.
Let’s be clear—Madea don’t go backwards unless it’s to grab the remote or slam the door shut. When you’ve prayed for peace, cried through growth, and fought for your joy, the LAST thing you do is go diggin’ in the emotional trash can. If God removed them, don’t you go reinstallin’ what heaven already deleted.
Too many of y’all out here entertaining folks who should’ve been left on read in 2022. Why? Because they said something slick like "you’ll never find someone like me"? Baby, if delusion had a face...
