Found a man like Curtis and still couldn't appreciate him.
Someone tracked down my hometown address and sent funeral wreaths. Dead rats.
Others dug up my old films and demanded they be pulled from streaming.
My social media was a cesspool.
Every comment section filled with venom.
People were photoshopping my face into memes. Vicious ones.
Get out of the industry. Disappear.
All because I bought a box of fever meds with Curtis's money.
I pulled up the first post that had started the pile-on.
It read:
"This S-surnamed actress is the most shameless person I've ever seen."
"Her family went bankrupt. Curtis Delgado invested billions to bail them out."
"And how does she repay him? She schemes her way into his bed and becomes Mrs. Delgado."
"Years of marriage, spending money like water. And her private life? A mess."
"She makes millions per endorsement, but she stiffs her own employees—and can't even buy a box of fever meds without making her man pay."
"I've never seen a celebrity this cheap and petty."
The post was surgical. Targeted.
Not a word about what I'd sacrificed for Curtis over the years.
Just that box of meds. Fifteen bucks and change.
The little things reveal character, it said.