Assumptions Of Intimate Strangers

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Back in the day, we were told: Don’t assume—because when we assume, we make an ass out of u and me!


“Intimate assumptions”  sound like the language of false closeness — the lies spoken like truths, the silence mistaken for peace, and the value of your voice constantly measured against what you should be to others.”


🧠 The Chatterbox with Receipts

Cappy brings mental manipulation, seductive words, and gaslighty vibes into the mix.

This ain’t your typical flirty banter—these words are hungry. They’re looking for someone to act them out here on planet Earth.

Action is in search of intimate assumptions… by way of lies.


When we make intimate assumptions like,

“They’re safe because they’re charming” or “They said they loved me that one time in a text 👀📱”—¡Cuidado!

That’s how Cappy gets you.


Ohhh cariño… buckle up.

With Cappy, you’re sipping the cocktail of:

😈 Betrayal via sweet words + 💸 Money entanglements + 🤯 Confusion about who owes who what.


Let’s break this down—with a little humor, a dash of Cappy, and a pinch of why-do-we-do-this-to-ourselves, shall we?




🌪️ Cappy = Smooth Talker Trap

Cappy loves to talk, charm, and dance around the truth like it’s a salsa competition. 🕺

Add in abuse, control, and power dynamics, and we’re not talking flirty fibs.

We’re talking about words that feel like truth but hit like betrayal.


He said, “I love you,” and BOOM—next thing you know, you’re building a whole business like you’re the unpaid COO. 👷‍♀️✨

You thought:

“This is real. This is fate. This is us building an empire, mi amor.”


Instead, it was:

“Thanks for your help—good luck finding the grand opening on Google Maps.” 🙃




🏠 Cappy = Self-Worth, Money, and Security

He buys a house while you’re still homeless.

He runs a business while you’re unemployed.


When Cappy lands here, betrayal hits right in the wallet and the heart chakra.

You gave because you cared.

Cappy turned it into a twisted game of hard to pin down reality. Confusion


I lost more than money.

I lost time, energy, and trust.

I lost a marriage, home, car, family, friends, and a lifelong dream of being a successful business owner.


And the worst part?

He didn’t even invite me to the grand opening.


Ouch.

That’s not just shady—that’s eclipse-level dark. 🌖




😅 Intimate Assumptions = Emotional Landmines

I assumed love meant partnership.

He assumed… you’d just do it all and disappear?


¿Qué carajos?


I got caught in the Cappy trap:

Giving deeply while the other takes casually.


“This is a connection. A future. A story.”

But the truth was more like:

“This was a business pitch disguised as intimate assumptions.” 💔📉




🤷‍♀️ And Yet… I Still Want to Go Back?

Ahhh, the classic Cappy aftermath.

He’s miserable (as he should be), and a part of you wants to jump back in.

“Don’t sell it… I’ll move back…”


💀🚩🚨 ALERTA, amiga.

That’s the trauma bond whispering in a sexy voice through memory-filtered, rose-tinted glasses.


I don’t want the man.

I want the version of the story I thought I would one day live.




🎭 Real Talk (con un poquito de cariño)

I got played.

But don’t feel dumb—when the “Cappies” of the world visit, it’s often to teach us through doing… not guessing.

Actions speak louder than words.


It’s not just painful—it’s educational AF.

Life says: “You learn boundaries when people cross them.” 😒


Not every “deep connection” is deep.

Sometimes it’s just two Cappies pretending to be adults. 🍸




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