Bully’s Play: How I Pulled One Over and Took Center Stage at the Wake…

Oh, you thought you had this family drama figured out? Cute.
While you were busy playing the victim, stuck in your sad little world, I was working the angles. Quietly. Smoothly. Like the puppet master I am. Three years, I say. Three years of subtle moves, little whispers and behind-the-scenes deals.
You didn’t see it coming because you never do. That’s the thing about being the one pulling the strings – you stay invisible until it’s too late. Your son? Yeah, I own him now. Not because I’m some saint trying to play family man, but because I’m the one who made it happen. Paid for the trip. Set up the grand entrance at the Father’s wake.
I made sure your extended family couldn’t ignore him anymore. It wasn’t charity. It was control. A power play. Oh, and that name in the funeral mass? Genius, right? It wasn’t a last-minute gesture of kindness – no, no. That was me sending a message. Letting everyone know I’m here, I’m relevant and I’m running this show now.
You think you’re reclaiming your story? Cute. The truth is, I’m writing the chapters you don’t even know exist. Every move I make is about owning the narrative – yours, theirs, mine. Because in this game, there’s no room for second place. So go ahead, try to understand it, try to fight back. But just know, while you’re scrambling to catch up, I’m already three moves ahead, grinning like the king of the chessboard. Welcome to my game.
Bully’s Masterclass:
How to Win:
Alright, listen up – here’s the cold, hard truth nobody’s brave enough to say out loud: Trust? It’s not some warm, fuzzy gift. It’s a weapon.You don’t hand it out like candy to your ‘loved ones’. You use it. You exploit it. If they’re naive enough to give it freely, congratulations – that’s your edge.
Control the story, control the players. Play the long game, like a chess grand master no one suspects. Make your moves quiet and deadly. Because when you hold the funds, you don’t just control the story – you own the whole damn playbook.
Family loyalty? That’s a bedtime story for suckers who want to feel safe. Real power is knowing exactly who to keep close, who to push away and when to pull the strings so hard it hurts – all while smiling like the good guy.
Here’s a pro tip: If you want to survive (and thrive), stop playing by the nice-guy rule-book. Nice guys finish last and in my game, there are no consolation prizes.
The ultimate win? Making sure everyone thinks you’re the good guy, the savior of their nightmares – while you’re the one running the whole freaking’ show. The puppeteer behind the curtain.
The king nobody dared to crown… until now.
Welcome to my world. Hope you brought your A-game.

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