#dp talks

Hope, the girl who i first met on Tumblr in October 2021, reconnected with in June 2023, who first told me she loved me back after I said it first in Jan 2025, and spoke to me every single day until December 2025, is a fucking fake. She is a serial liar of the worst kind, cruel deceiver, and a charlatan.

On Sunday March 1, 2026 I learned she has been married and has lived with her husband since ~2021/2022 — the entire fucking time I have known her. I only found out because another man she duped reached out to me on here to apologize and tell me he found out about her, and he didn't realize my place in it until he saw how torn up i was on here, and how far back my tags about her actually went. For his privacy i won't share his username. He can to tag in if he so chooses, but this post is about my experience with her. I only speak on him as relayed to me, as relevant.

Hope deleted her Tumblr (@mistressterror) in November 2025 because this other man, the only other secret boyfriend (victim) i know about, was asking about me. I didn't know he even existed, but he knew I did, saw my tags about her, and questioned her for clarity. She told him I was some weirdo who wouldn't leave her alone and that she would "take care of it", but instead deleted everything. She told me the blog deletion was because she "needed a brain reset". She had been "very overwhelmed" and "had a moment".

She had been growing distant all October - November 2025. By December, I was lucky to get a reply same day. I assumed it was holiday trauma from familial death anniversaries, but i had a sinking feeling she wasn't telling me something. On December 20, 2025, she texted me to apologize for being distant, and asked if we could step back to being just friends. I had doubts because she hadn't been a friend to me for awhile at that point, but unlike her - I never once lied or broke any promises. So when she asked for that, I honored the request. I only now know this request came because the other man wanted her to break up with me, since she has never "fixed it" (aka set boundaries with me, in her words to him previously).

She also lied to him about how long she had been dating me. She told him it was a couple of months, but I we first admitted crushing on each other in August 2023, and began officially dating in Jan 2025. (I asked officially after the fact, on Valentine's Day 2025.)

Anyway, I was heartbroken when she asked to step back because I knew there was something else happening, I could feel it. What hurt wasn't that she asked, I would have loved to be friends again. It hurt because I knew she wasn't being honest with me about what she actually wanted (ha, how foolish it seems now).

Something was indeed very wrong, that was proven to me in the month of January, wherein she never once said a single word to me that wasn't a short reply to me speaking first. I watched her "make new friends" on Instagram stories, feeling "happier than in a long time", while all my messages, stories, posts, and interactions laid barren - no reaction or reply or anything. I allowed her actions to speak what her lips refused to, got the hint, and over the week of Valentine's Day 2026, I performed my personal severance ritual to reclaim my love and energy I had allowed her to benefit from, so that if she ever looked back to me in hopes of finding her nest egg available still, she would find only a closed door and a mirror to face herself.

I stopped checking on her for my own mental health, and in some short time after that (I don't know exactly when), I found her Instagram had been deleted completely (@ moonlitcreature). I didn't think much of it cause I had already bid her farewell in my heart, but as above, I learned from the other man that it was out of finally being caught by her husband. Her circus show was discovered, she panicked thinking she was finally going to face consequences, and she burned everything, pleaded with him to not get abandoned, and promised to go to therapy and change.

There is no way for me to know what was a lie and what was a truth from her. And any truths she may have shared are tainted by her entire existence being a goddamn charade. I know this story all too well. If it wasn't so fucked up it would be funny in a sick way, because before I started therapy in my mid 20's - I was this same person. I was the lying piece of shit boyfriend who got caught by my girlfriend of several years, whom i lived with, doing this exact same shit to others. So to learn Hope was the same brand of cheater is both despairingly ironic, and I fucking pray, is the last cruel joke in the cosmic scales of my life.

So beware, if this wretched girl crawls back from her hovel. Keep her honest, accountable, and under watchful eye. Know that words alone are worthless if they aren't matched by the most transparent openness available at any moment's notice. And don't let her forget or hide from what she has done, because i know firsthand that it is far easier and less painful to bury your past and go back to the old habits and ease of a life of lies. It's easier to never change than it is to tear yourself apart and be better. Especially online, where you can craft whatever facade you want.