The Group Chat Exposé

So, I’d been dating this guy named Shawn for about a year. Tall, smooth, fresh haircut every Friday, smelled like Dior Sauvage and bad decisions. You know the type. One of those guys who always has a vague job title like “consultant” but never explains what he actually does.

We met through a mutual friend and things moved fast. Within three weeks, he had a drawer at my place. Within three months, I was making him Sunday dinners and sending “have a good day, baby” texts with inspirational TikToks.

He had this group of friends—Marcus, Dre, and Kyle—who called themselves “The Pack.” Yes, like wolves. Fully grown men in their 30s referring to themselves like a middle school football team. But I was trying to be a cool, supportive girlfriend, so I smiled through the immaturity.

They were always around. Watching the game, doing cookouts, play-fighting like children, and laughing way too hard at jokes that weren’t funny. They’d dap each other up like they just won the NBA finals every time someone walked in the room.

They always seemed cool with me. I’d go out of my way to be nice. I bought extra wings for game nights. Let them crash when they got too lit. Even helped Dre’s girl throw him a surprise birthday party. They called me “Sis.”

Turns out, I was just “Sis” in my face. Behind my back? I was a running joke.

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It all went down on a random Thursday. Shawn was at my place, took a shower after the gym, and left his phone on the couch. Totally normal. Except a notification popped up from a group chat called “The Pack 🐺🔥.” And it read:

Marcus: “You bringin’ your girl tonight or nah? Just tryna figure out if I need to keep my mouth shut or not 💀”

I squinted. Huh?

Now listen. I know snooping is wrong. But intuition is never wrong. I tapped it. The group chat opened. And what I saw made my stomach drop.

There were screenshots of MY texts in the chat.

Sweet ones. Thoughtful ones. Ones where I was checking in on him and being a loving girlfriend.

“Did you eat today?”

“Let me know when you get home safe.”

“Babe I made that pasta you like.”

And underneath?

Kyle: “Bro she be actin like a wife. She don’t even know you still outside.”

Dre: “You got her whipped. My girl barely texts back.”

Marcus: “Ain’t she the one that cried when you posted that gym pic without tagging her? 😂”

But then came the part that made my blood run cold:

Shawn: “Yeah she a lil extra but the food and the head be elite so I keep her happy lol. Gotta keep the perks alive 💯”

The same man I cooked for, cleaned for, PRAYED FOR… had me in the group chat like a punchline.

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I didn’t even cry. I just smiled. Because when you catch a man in a lie, and it’s got MULTIPLE co-signs? You don’t cry. You plan.

So I screenshot everything.

Emailed it to myself.

Didn’t delete a thing. Left his phone exactly where it was.

Then I made dinner. Alfredo. His favorite. Lit a candle. Played Summer Walker in the background like I was auditioning for a BET drama.

He comes out the bathroom, sees the setup, and smiles.

“Damn, babe. What’s the occasion?”

I say, “I just wanted to thank you. For reminding me to always check the source before I invest in the packaging.”

I slide him my phone. Open to the email.

He goes pale. Tries to talk. I raise my hand and say,

“Don’t speak. Just chew.”

He didn’t eat.

He just left. Quietly.

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But I wasn’t done. I printed the screenshots and mailed copies to Dre’s girlfriend and Marcus’s wife. Kyle? I left out. Because Kyle had been in my DMs for months sending “wyd?” texts at 2AM.

Now guess who I’m going to brunch with next week?

Marcus’s wife.

And we’re bringing screenshots.

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Moral of the story?

Watch what your man’s group chat says about you.

If they call you “Sis”… you’re either the punchline or the placeholder.

And if you're the punchline?

Print the receipts and go full FedEx. 📦

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