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【He won&#039;t be coming home tonight, he&#039;s too busy sleeping with me. A full year of passion, something you and him will never have.】<br /> A picture of some random bimbo with blonde hair and a stupid smirk was cuddling up next to my boyfriend who was half undressed and sleeping.<br /> Long forgetting his girlfriend who was at home like a fool, waiting for her boyfriend to show up so they could celebrate their four years together. <br /> And that was the day I found out my boyfriend of four years was cheating on me for the last year of our relationship.<br /> β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”<br /> With every picture I burned, memories of him were vanishing along with my love for him. Everything was finally coming to pieces. All the trips he took, all those long nights at work, all those rejections were part of his lies. Just a cover up for where he truly was, sleeping around with some cheap woman. All while I was at home waiting for him and giving him my love. As the pictures burned my hatred for him grew.<br /> &quot;Babe I&#039;m home.&quot;<br /> My head snaps up at the sound of his voice. A voice that once gave me comfort, but now disgusted me.<br /> &quot;In the living room.&quot;<br /> I quickly hide the pictures under the couch, and put on a fake smile.<br /> He comes in with his black suit all wrinkled, his shirt un tucked, his tie loose around his neck. His blue eyes held a hint of guilt. A look I knew was fake just like the excuse he was about to give me. He was holding a bear that held a little black box, and a bouquet of red roses. Usually I would accept the gifts and forgive him, but that was before I knew his little cheating adventures. I hold my fake smile as I looked over the gifts in his hands.<br /> &quot;So am I forgiven?&quot;<br /> He says breaking the silence, and all I do is smile.<br /> &quot;Oh babe it&#039;s fine, let me guess work was piling up today?&quot;<br /> Let&#039;s see what you say you lying scumbag.<br /> I notice his eyes flicker with relief and he lets out a breath.<br /> &quot;You know me so well babe, happy four years Nikky.&quot;<br /> He sets the bear, roses and small box on the couch. He comes closer and wraps his arms around me. All I wanted to do at that moment was push him off of me. But trying my best I hug him back. Huh he smells of cheap perfume.<br /> &quot;I&#039;ll be back, I&#039;m going to change and then we could have dinner.&quot;<br /> I just nod and watch him walk off to my room. I wait until he realizes that his clothes are nowhere to be found. Well at least he hasn&#039;t checked the garbage.<br /> &quot;Nikky?&quot;<br /> &quot;Yea?&quot;<br /> I respond looking at his confused face.<br /> &quot;Why aren&#039;t any of my clothes in there?&quot;<br /> Tell him now.<br /> &quot;They&#039;re in the garbage.&quot;<br /> I respond.<br /> &quot;Why?&quot;<br /> &quot;Well I thought since you probably have clothes at her house I could just throw away all the clothes you have here. And plus I need more space for the shoes and more clothes I want to buy.&quot;<br /> &quot;What are you talking about?&quot;<br /> He says confused.<br /> &quot;Well I&#039;m talking about the girl&#039;s house where you stay I&#039;m pretty sure every night for a little sleepover.&quot;<br /> &quot;So you assume I cheated on you?&quot;<br /> &quot;Oh no I&#039;m not assuming anything, I have proof that you cheated on me.&quot;<br /> I push past him and grab my phone, opening the message and making him look at the picture. As he does his eyes go wide. He opens his mouth to say something but I cut him off.<br /> &quot;Don&#039;t you dare say that this isn&#039;t you.&quot;<br /> I snap and he looks up at me with guilt in his blue eyes.<br /> &quot;Don&#039;t do this.&quot;<br /> He pleads.<br /> &quot;Leave.&quot;<br /> &quot;Nikky come on please let me explain.&quot;<br /> &quot;Explain what Luke?! How you cheated on me for who knows how long and yet you have the nerve to come home knowing well what you have done!&quot;<br /> &quot;Nikky it was a mistake!&quot;<br /> &quot;A mistake! No what you did was not a mistake but a choice.&quot;<br /> He doesn&#039;t say anything.<br /> &quot;Leave! And take this because I don&#039;t want anything to do with you!&quot;<br /> I throw the roses and bear at him, along with the little box. And the necklace I was currently wearing.<br /> &quot;Ple-<br /> &quot;Leave now before I call the police.&quot;<br /> He stands there looking at me.<br /> &quot;Leave!&quot;<br /> I bang on his chest and push him out the door. Once he is out the door I slam it shut and that&#039;s when I feel it. My heart clenches and a sob escapes my throat, tears following right after. And that&#039;s when I break, I fall to the ground and let out sobs as I realize that the guy I had loved had broken my heart and didn&#039;t think twice when he cheated on me. The guy I was having a baby with had broken me. Grabbing my stomach I let out another sob.<br /> I&#039;m so sorry baby.<br /> The seconds turned to hours which turned to days. I had moved out from the apartment into a smaller one closer to the city. My once flat belly was now a small round bump, being 1 month pregnant and alone brought a lot of complications for me, emotionally wise. I had yet to tell my parents, for all they knew Luke and I were still a thing. I had told no one about the break up except for my best friend Charlie, who I called up the next day to help me find a new place. A place were I could start fresh, with new memories. Just my baby and I.<br /> I was meeting my mom and dad for brunch today so to make sure my bump wasn&#039;t noticeable I decided to wear a large black shirt and black leggings and a pair of vans. My hair which was once long was now above my shoulders.<br /> Mom: Sweetie why don&#039;t you invite Luke over to eat with us? Your father and I haven&#039;t seen or heard from him in a while<br /> I sigh as I look at the text.<br /> Well of course you haven&#039;t heard from the scumbag, we broke up because he cheated. And now I&#039;m having his baby.<br /> That&#039;s what I wanted to text her, but of course I didn&#039;t. But instead replied with the same excuse. Luke was at work and couldn&#039;t make it.<br /> &quot;Come on little bean, we have to go meet grandma and grandpa.&quot;<br /> I rub my belly and smile. Yea I was already talking to the baby, who was probably the size of a bean if not a bit larger.<br /> Walking out of the apartment I head over to my car and drive off to the cafe that was twenty minutes away.<br /> Driving was always something that I dreaded, because my mind tends to wander to questions I would rather most likely avoid. And the biggest one of course was, When are you going to tell Luke that you&#039;re pregnant? Or are you not going to? Personally I would rather keep my baby away from him and not let him know, but he is the father and legally has the right to know.<br /> Before I could get anymore into the subject, I turn the radio on, raising the volume up to drown my thoughts.<br /> By the time I get there parking was already full, so I&#039;m forced to park a block away.<br /> &quot;Great, that means more walking little bean. Which isn&#039;t a bad thing. But mommy gets tired.&quot;<br /> Dad: Kiddo are you almost here?<br /> I look at the text and chuckle, my dad was always impatient when it came to food.<br /> Me: Yes dad, had to park a block away but I should be there in three minutes.<br /> I turn the engine off and walk out to the crisp air. It was mid-September and the weather in Chicago was getting a bit cooler as fall approached.<br /> I start walking and as I do I start to feel nervous, the fact that my parents will finally know that Luke and I broke up and that I was pregnant and was going to be a single mom was quite the thing to get me all nervous.<br /> It&#039;ll be fine, no need to get all worked up about it. You are an adult and they can&#039;t tell you what to do anymore.<br /> I kept telling myself as I opened the door and was welcomed with the scent of coffee and warmth. I search the whole place and spot my parents all the way in the back, my dad waving his hands and my mom laughing as she brought the mug to her lips.<br /> Smiling at them I walk towards their table causing them both to get up and greet me with a hug.<br /> &quot;Kiddo Long time no see! How&#039;s Luke?&quot;<br /> Just the mention of that name made my stomach churn.<br /> &quot;Yea dad it has been a long time.&quot;<br /> I reply ignoring the last part.<br /> &quot;Mom.&quot;<br /> I say giving her a hug.<br /> &quot;Darling, how I&#039;ve missed you. Woah looks like someone is gaining a bit of weight.&quot;<br /> Come on Nikky it&#039;s now or never. You have to tell them.<br /> &quot;Well, that&#039;s what I wanted to talk to you guys about.&quot;<br /> I explain, biting on the inside of my cheek.<br /> &quot;Of you gaining weight?&quot;<br /> My dad asks as he sits back down.<br /> And before I can answer a waitress comes by.<br /> &quot;Can I get you anything to drink?&quot;<br /> &quot;Yea she&#039;ll have an espresso.&quot;<br /> My mom answers.<br /> I shake my head.<br /> &quot;Actually I&#039;ll just have a hot chocolate with whipped cream on top and a chocolate chip muffin please.&quot;<br /> &quot;Alrighty, then I&#039;ll be right out with that.&quot;<br /> &quot;Hot chocolate?&quot;<br /> &quot;Yea I just wanted to try something different.&quot;<br /> I say playing around with the hem of my shirt.<br /> &quot;So what did you want to talk about Nikky?&quot;<br /> My mom says sitting back down and I follow sitting across from her and my dad.<br /> &quot;Well, um okay, how do I tell you guys.&quot;<br /> Quit stalling and just tell them Nikky!<br /> &quot;Nikky just spit it out. You know you can tell us anything.&quot;<br /> I nod, reassuring my mom that I knew that.<br /> &quot;Okay, well I&#039;m uh pregnant.&quot;<br /> There I said it.<br /> I looked at both my parents who had a blank stare. That is until my mother broke into a smile and stood up, making me stand up as well.<br /> &quot;Sweetie congratulations! Why didn&#039;t you tell me sooner?&quot;<br /> She wraps her arms around me and sways us side to side.<br /> &quot;Come on let me get a hug.&quot;<br /> My dad says and my mom lets go letting my dad congratulate me by giving me one of his famous bear hugs.<br /> &quot;Can&#039;t believe we&#039;re going to be grandparents.&quot;<br /> I look over at my mom who was on the verge of crying.<br /> &quot;Mom please don&#039;t cry.&quot;<br /> I plead knowing that I had yet to tell them the other part of the news and not know how they would react with the second part once I had told them.<br /> &quot;So how did Luke react?&quot;<br /> They both look at me with the biggest smiles on their faces.<br /> &quot;He doesn&#039;t know.&quot;<br /> I say and my mom blinks and my dad just smiles.<br /> &quot;Of course! you want to make it a surprise!&quot;<br /> I shake my head no.<br /> &quot;We broke up, have been for a while now. I left the apartment and got a smaller one closer to the city. Charlie helped me pick it out.&quot;<br /> &quot;You&#039;re not going to keep it am I right?&quot;<br /> My mother asks looking rather angry.<br /> I was taken aback from her remark, does she mean an abortion?<br /> &quot;No, I plan on keeping my baby.&quot;<br /> &quot;Nikky do you know what our friends will say when they find out about this?&quot;<br /> I don&#039;t answer her but just continue staring at both my parents, letting her comment process.<br /> Why would I want to have an abortion? This baby was a blessing for me and there was no way that I was going to end my little bean&#039;s life. Sure being a single mom would be a bit more challenging but I had my friends, and I thought I had my family but apparently they don&#039;t approve.<br /> &quot;Or if you don&#039;t want an abortion, we can have it be adopted.&quot;<br /> I look at my mother with a look of disgust.<br /> &quot;It&#039;s a baby, not it. And I will not have an abortion nor will I have the baby be adopted.&quot;<br /> I speak low as to not cause a scene, not that it mattered.<br /> &quot;Nikky listen to your mother, this won&#039;t be good for your reputation. Think about it, you&#039;ll be a single mom living on your own and not even married with a baby on the way.&quot;<br /> I scoff.<br /> &quot;Are you listening to yourself, dad?! Not married and with a baby? This is the twenty-first century, things change and not being married and with a kid is one of them.&quot;<br /> Before my mom could reply the waitress comes with our stuff.<br /> &quot;Actually I&#039;ll like to have my things to go please.&quot;<br /> I say giving her a small smile.<br /> She looks between my mom and I and nods, maybe she could sense the tension going on.<br /> &quot;Of course.&quot;<br /> &quot;Thank you.&quot;<br /> I turn back to my parents.<br /> &quot;Don&#039;t worry, we won&#039;t be causing you or your reputation any more trouble.&quot;<br /> With that said I walk to the cash register grabbing my hot chocolate and muffin and leaving the coffee shop.<br /> I was preoccupied with my thoughts but the chime of my phone quickly pulled me back to reality.<br /> &quot;So let me get this straight your mother wants you to have an abortion or have the baby be adopted?&quot;<br /> Charlie looks over at me as he flips over the omelet, he looked a bit shocked that my mother would think such thing.<br /> &quot;Yup, my dad even said that it was bad for my reputation being a single mother and all. That it was immoral for me to have the baby and not have the father here with me.&quot;<br /> I move around to the cupboard to get the plates along with the cups.<br /> &quot;Well, why would you want a douchebag to me near your baby, especially a cheating one.&quot;<br /> &quot;Well he is the father, I have to tell him. But no way will I get back with him.&quot;<br /> &quot;So are you for sure ready to tell him? The real question I&#039;m asking is if you&#039;re ready to face him again.&quot;<br /> He places the omelet on the plate and sets the pan down before looking at me.<br /> &quot;I have no clue, whenever I think about him I feel like throwing up, and I just get nervous. But he has to know, doesn&#039;t he?&quot;<br /> I ask looking as Charlie starts preparing his omelet. He shrugs his shoulders before cracking an egg followed by another.<br /> &quot;That&#039;s up to you. Do you want him to be part of the baby&#039;s life?&quot;<br /> I let out a sigh and run my hands through my face, feeling exhausted from the whole situation.<br /> &quot;I don&#039;t know what I want anymore, I just want to live a happy life with my baby.&quot;<br /> &quot;Here eat already.&quot;<br /> He nudges the plate towards me and I grab it sitting down, waiting for Charlie to finish making his.<br /> &quot;I don&#039;t have his number anymore so that means I&#039;m going to have to talk with his parents and get his number from them.&quot;<br /> I take my fork and cut a piece of the omelet bringing it to my mouth.<br /> &quot;This is so good.&quot;<br /> I exclaim with a full mouth. Charlie chuckles and turns his head to look at me.<br /> &quot;Glad you two like it.&quot;<br /> &quot;Like it? We love it.&quot;<br /> I take another bite letting my mouth savor the flavors that the sausage, bacon, and ham brought to my taste buds. Charlie joins me finally with his omelet my hot chocolate and his coffee mug, taking a seat across from me.<br /> &quot;Veggie omelet?&quot;<br /> I ask looking at his omelet which contained mushrooms, avocado, spinach, and tomatoes.<br /> &quot;Yea it&#039;s good.&quot;<br /> He says taking a bite and looking at me with his blue eyes.<br /> I shake my head.<br /> &quot;Maybe, but little bean and I prefer the meat omelet.&quot;<br /> The rest of our breakfast time we spent time talking about random stuff, school, and a new project he had. We talked about almost everything except my parents, luke, and the problems I soon had to face.<br /> &quot;Okay so let me get this, you have a date tomorrow and you&#039;re barely telling me today?! Why didn&#039;t you tell me sooner jerk?&quot;<br /> I smack his arm playfully.<br /> &quot;Becuase I&#039;m not for sure if it will turn out into more dates.&quot;<br /> &quot;I don&#039;t care, you should have told me. It&#039;s about time you got a date.&quot;<br /> He rolls his eyes, he opens his mouth to say something smart but he was cut off by a sudden knock at the door.<br /> &quot;Are you expecting someone?&quot;<br /> &quot;Not that I&#039;m aware of.&quot;<br /> I get up from my seat and make my way towards the door, before opening it I look through the peephole and feel my heart start beating faster, and not in a good way.

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