I watch as Margaux blocks Becky on social media, her face a mix of hurt and anger. She doesn’t deserve this. Becky’s petty power play is the last thing she needs right now.
Margaux doesn’t deserveanyof this.
And it pisses me off.
Becky isn’t just a bad friend—she’s a jealous, self-absorbed coward.
Instead of reaching out to check on Margaux, she’s made the situation all about herself. About her responsibility to ‘the group’, her need to ‘protect her community’.
I can’t let Becky’s betrayal slide.
So, I start planning. Something subtle, something that will gnaw at Becky like she’s gnawed at Margaux.
First, I hack into Becky’s Instagram account. Nothing malicious—just a little creative chaos. I add cheeky captions to her latest posts:
A photo of her at a vineyard:
‘Drank six bottles and still can’t figure out why I’m the worst friend ever! Cheers!’
Her smiling selfie:
‘When you isolate your abused ‘bestie’ further and put her in greater danger, but still think you’re the good guy. ’
Posing with a cup of coffee:
‘Sipping on hypocrisy’ #GlitterGaslighting #FakeGrowthFairytales’
Another selfie, this time holding a self-help book:
‘Writing my next bestseller: How to Make Your Friend’s Abuse All About You. Pre-order now! #UnicornEnergyButMakeItToxic ’
A pic doing community service:
‘Helping others while I quietly dropkick my closest friends into emotional isolation—multitasking queen! #BlessedAndToxic’
Summiting a hill in Montana:
‘Climbing mountains, burning bridges, and shaming abuse survivors #TrailBlazingToxicity #BackstabberInBoots’
A sunset:
‘My toxic traits shine as brightly as the scenic views I’m pretending to enjoy! #ToxicAF’
Okay, maybe I’m doing too much. But I can’t stop. I’m just so furious on Margaux’s behalf.
So I’m not done yet.
Next, I set up a fake profile for a competitor in her field. Someone who seems poised to outshine her in every way—younger, smarter, more accomplished and more attractive. I fill it with fabricated achievements and photos that make this fake rival look like the most successful, charismatic person Becky has ever encountered. She’ll stew over it for weeks.
Finally, I reroute her favorite wellness spa’s promotional emails to her spam folder. It’s petty, but it’s satisfying. Let her miss out on all her exclusive sales and VIP invites. Spam subscriptions mysteriously appear, and her inbox floods with emails from religious organizations and multi-level marketing companies.
It’s petty, but it’s satisfying. Let her feel a fraction of the insecurity and betrayal she inflicted on Margaux.
In a way, I might be projecting some of Timmy’s behaviors onto Becky, because it’s less dangerous to get revenge on her than Timmy, and I need an outlet.
I have to stay grounded, keep my emotions in check. This isn’t about revenge, although that’s deserved—it’s about Margaux. It’s about giving her the space to see Timmy for what he really is and to find her strength again.
Margaux is teetering on the edge, and any wrong move could push her further into his arms—or isolate her even more.