My name’s Nicole, and I’m a 36-year-old baker, married with two kids. I loved sharing my life on Facebook until I started receiving cruel comments from someone named “Bradley.” The nasty remarks stung, like, “Ever catch your reflection? That mirror’s begging for a break from your ugly body!”
Weeks passed with Bradley’s insults becoming more personal, targeting my looks and my marriage. I confided in my best friend, Ronnie, who urged me to tell my husband, Jack. When I did, he shrugged it off, saying it was just a troll. Frustrated, I felt increasingly isolated.
One day, while trying to distract myself, I found Jack’s laptop open with a recent search: “Bradley Facebook login.” Shocked, I realized Jack had been using a fake account to troll me. Betrayed and furious, I devised a plan.
A startled woman using a laptop | Source: Midjourney
I invited friends over for dinner, setting the stage to expose Jack. As we all sat down, I casually brought up my experiences with online trolls, leading to the shocking reveal: “I found out Bradley isn’t some random troll. IT’S ACTUALLY JACK!”
The room fell silent. Jack stammered, claiming it was just a joke meant to motivate me. But his excuse only deepened the betrayal I felt. “Humiliating me publicly is your idea of motivation?” I demanded, heartbroken.
That night, I asked Jack to leave. He begged for forgiveness, but I knew the trust was shattered. I blocked Bradley online, trying to process the betrayal. Jack’s pleas rang hollow; the pain he caused couldn’t be erased with a simple apology.
The future remains uncertain, but one thing’s clear: if you’re going to troll someone, don’t make it your spouse. Better yet, don’t troll at all.
