Ophelia Writes

Holding the Chads and Brads accountable, one story at a time.

Ophelia is the name I write under, but this space isn’t really about me.
It’s about what happens when men are never held accountable and what happens when women finally start telling the truth.

My purpose is simple:
To name the patterns.
To stop normalizing them.
To break the generational trauma that tells women to stay quiet, be nice, and carry the blame for men’s behavior.

I write about Chads and Brads, the narcissists, the “nice guys,” the cheaters, the love bombers, the emotionally unavailable ones who swear they’re trying because their choices don’t just affect one relationship. They ripple into our kids, our bodies, our bank accounts, our self-worth, and the next generation watching.

This isn’t a man-hating project.
This is an accountability project.

I use a pen name to protect my family’s privacy, but I refuse to protect the patterns that hurt women and confuse our daughters. I’m here to call things what they are so the women who can’t speak yet feel less alone and so the girls growing up now won’t have to untangle the same damage later.

One story at a time, I’m holding Chads and Brads accountable, and cutting off the cycle right where it tried to continue: with us.

  • Emotionally unavailable. Strategically interested. Makes you feel like the exception.

    The Business Chad is emotionally unavailable, strategically interested, and always makes you feel like the exception. I will admit it. I fall for this Chad more than I would like to admit. My friends tease me because this is absolutely “my type.” However, it’s not because of his salary, title nor status. It’s his confidence, his swag if you will, his presence, the way he looks at you.

    This Chad is smooth. He carries a quiet, intentional confidence. Not loud. Not flashy. Just controlled in a way that feels magnetic. He knows how to walk into a room, read it, and bend it around his presence. And the moment he focuses that energy on you, it feels personal.

    And that is the trap. He is very good at creating connection. He is terrible at creating commitment.

    This Business Chad was married. Two kids. Widely respected. Calm. Not flashy. The guy everyone at work thinks is solid and honest. And the moment he met her, he launched into a well-crafted emotional storyline.

    His wife was bi-sexual, or so he said
    They were best friends, not lovers.
    The marriage was dead.
    They stayed together because of cultural and religious reasons.
    They were in an open marriage.
    His wife supposedly knew everything.
    He was emotionally stuck but still a “good man.”

    He made cheating sound noble. That is talent.

    And yes, she believed him. Because he was consistent. At conferences and work events where they were both present, he showed up emotionally. He was attentive. He was open. He was present in ways that felt intimate and safe.

    It felt real because she was being real.
    It felt mutual because he mirrored her so well.
    And she ignored red flags the size of highway signs, ladies we HAVE to stop doing this.

    • The facts are they are married and they have children.

    He told her he had not been with anyone else except her. Which conveniently left out the part where he was still sleeping with his wife. But when you are in the emotional fog of attention, consistency, and fantasy, details get blurry.

    Even when she started dating someone new, he still wanted her. Wanted to see her. Wanted to keep the emotional connection alive. Wanted all the benefits of a second relationship without any of the consequences of the first.

    Then, two years in, the truth cracked open.

    His wife was not bi-sexual. They were not open. She knew nothing. He had never been honest.

    He insisted he hid the truth to “avoid hurting anyone,” as if that was not exactly what he had been doing the entire time. He had created an entirely fictional version of himself.

    The misunderstood husband.
    The emotionally trapped partner.
    The man who couldn’t stay but couldn’t leave.
    The man who finally found something real with her.

    Poor poor Business Chad, taking no responsibility nor accountability.

    But the truth was painfully simple. He wanted a fantasy without accountability. He wanted the emotional intensity of two relationships while taking responsibility for neither. He told just enough truth to make every lie convincing.

    And she only saw it clearly when she finally had the self-worth to say she was done.

    The Definition

    The Business Chad

    This man is a professional. In his career and in his emotional manipulation. He does not need everyone’s attention. He only needs yours. He is typically in a long-term relationship, often with kids, and uses that fact only when it makes him look tragic, stuck, or emotionally profound.

    He flirts intentionally. He uses perfectly timed vulnerability. He throws out “what if” scenarios like fishing lines. He mirrors your emotional openness but only long enough to secure the connection. He is not trying to fall in love. He is trying to feel alive.

    And when things get too real or too complicated, he retreats. Quietly. Conveniently. Effortlessly. He slips back into his life, his inbox, his family, and his carefully curated reputation as if nothing ever happened.

    You are left carrying the fallout alone. Hurt. Embarrassed. Angry at yourself because deep down you knew better. Even angrier because, technically, he never promised anything. He just acted like he did.

    He was never available. Not emotionally. Not spiritually. Not logistically. He only wanted the version of you that made him feel important, desired, and alive.

    Chad Scorecard: The Business Chad

    CategoryBehaviorChad Level
    Emotional PerformanceActs captivated and connected while never actually available✅✅✅✅
    Manipulative HonestyDrops half-truths to make lies sound believable✅✅✅✅
    Situational VulnerabilityOpens up just enough to hook you emotionally✅✅✅
    Conference ChemistryEmotionally present at conferences, vanished in real life✅✅✅✅
    Ethical Fog“Technically” didn’t lie, but emotionally misleads you the entire time✅✅✅✅
    AvailabilityNever truly available — emotionally, spiritually, or logistically❌❌❌❌❌
  • Overachiever. Underdog complex. Soft words, sharp intentions.

    Some Chads come in loud with chaos.
    Others show up wrapped in validation, steady attention, and late night FaceTimes.
    Meet The Second Place Chad.

    He isn’t the worst. But he might be the most confusing.

    How This Chad Went Down

    He chased her hard.
    For months.
    DMs. Texts. Constant check ins.

    She wasn’t ready and honestly thought he gave off Chad energy.
    So she ignored him more than once.

    Then the moment she was open to it, suddenly he had a girlfriend. Convenient, right
    But not for long. Three weeks later that relationship disappeared and he came back full force, love bombing like he was trying out for the Olympics.

    Weekend trips
    Constant FaceTimes
    Emotional vulnerability on demand
    I love you within a month
    Future talk
    Lines like “I have never met someone like you” and “I feel safe with you”

    And she believed him. Because it felt real. or maybe because she wanted it to be real.

    She opened up. She shared her past, her fears, her trauma, the wreckage left behind by an Ultimate Chad. She gave him honesty and softness. And he mirrored it beautifully, but only for a very short time.

    Three Months In… Everything Shifted

    Suddenly she was too much.
    If it wasn’t easy, he wasn’t interested.
    He became unavailable.
    Distant.
    Busy.

    The connection that once felt natural now came with effort and confusion.

    She tried to explain it away.
    Maybe it was her healing.
    Maybe it was trauma resurfacing.
    Instagram reels told her maybe her nervous system was adjusting to healthy love.

    But it wasn’t healthy love.
    It was him.

    The Second Place Chad only wants you when you are the prize, not when you are a person.

    Once he wins, the thrill is gone.
    Once you show real wounds, he panics.

    Your depth threatens his fragile self worth.
    Your growth exposes insecurities he has never dealt with.

    So he withdraws quietly until you are questioning the whole relationship.

    This wasn’t love.
    This was ego maintenance.

    Definition: The Second Place Chad

    This is the man who was never the cool kid.
    Overlooked. Underestimated. Ignored.

    But instead of healing, he devoted adulthood to proving everyone wrong.

    Every accomplishment is about optics
    the job
    the truck
    the girlfriend
    the lifestyle
    the social media validation
    all for external applause, not internal joy.

    And this need to win shows up in relationships too.

    Sometimes it even shows up in who still runs his life: his mother.

    She still does his laundry.
    She goes on vacations with him and his kids.
    She justifies his behavior.
    She cleans up his mistakes before he ever feels the consequences.

    She isn’t trying to sabotage him.
    She simply has no idea how much she has stunted his growth.
    And because he has never had to stand on his own, he has no idea how to truly show up for someone else.

    Impact

    Thankfully, her past with an Ultimate Chad prepared her to pull back before this got worse.

    But the pattern was clear
    the highs
    the lows
    the mother smoothing everything over
    the lack of accountability
    the ego
    the potential for emotional damage

    He would have drained her the same way most Chads do
    because he cared more about his image than her well being.

    Red Flag Rundown

    Even if he comes from a good family with a clean reputation, pay attention to the things he tries to downplay.

    A retraining order from his ex wife which he somehow talked her out of that it was just a misunderstanding…..like what – wake up women!
    A history of drinking he quit only because it turned into a legal issue
    Hunting gear in the garage but not allowed to use it anymore
    Not normal
    Not minor
    Massive red flags

    Hello red flag and yes, you can laugh while you run far far away!

    So this Chad my friends anthem gets Getaway Car by Taylor Swift
    Because he never planned to stay. He just didn’t want to leave alone.


    Second Place Chad Scorecard

    CategoryBehaviorHow it feels to youChad level
    Overachiever energyNeeds to prove he is valuable, successful and desirableYou feel flattered, then confused when your worth feeds his ego instead of his heart🩷🩷🩷
    Love bombingHeavy attention early on, fast intimacy, big gesturesFeels magical, then unstable🩷🩷🩷🩷
    Emotional inconsistencyHot when he wants you, cold when you want connectionYou blame your healing instead of seeing his withdrawal🩷🩷🩷🩷
    Mommy gatekeepingMom enables him and shields him from consequencesYou feel like you are dating both of them and losing🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷
    Fragile egoCrumbles when you show depth or ask for moreYou walk on eggshells trying not to overwhelm him🩷🩷🩷
    AccountabilityBlames timing, stress, trauma, anything but himselfYou feel guilty for wanting basic consistency❌❌❌❌❌
  • Textbook undiagnosed narcissist. Calm controller. Master of emotional manipulation.

    If you’ve ever tried to explain a toxic relationship and felt like the words dissolved in your mouth because “nothing that bad technically happened”… this one is for you.

    The Story

    This story begins with a 33 year old man and a 20 year old woman or honestly, a girl who wanted nothing more than to hurry up and be an adult. She spent all her time with older siblings and cousins, always labeled the old soul. She was bright and driven and desperate to prove she could handle real life.

    He appeared steady. Calm. Safe.
    He had a house.
    He had a stable job.
    He planned pretty dates and created the illusion of stability.

    She believed it was love.
    He saw an opportunity.

    By 21 she finished college.
    By 22 they were married.
    By 23 she was a mom.

    Because in his mother’s words, “He is almost 36. We don’t have time to wait to start having children.”

    Even then, the red flags were already waving. This was not the “he changed after we got married” kind of situation. This was the “I ignored everything because I thought this was how adulthood worked” situation, a story most women recognize too well.


    The Red Flags She Explained Away

    ● Broken doors
    ● Vacations ruined with fights or stone-cold silence
    ● “Punishments” using belts and paddles, only where bruises could be hidden
    ● Name-calling that went straight for her soul
    ● Belittling ambition
    ● Guilt-tripping her out of opportunities
    ● Quiet control masked as concern
    ● A slow erosion of self-worth before she ever had a chance to build it

    20 is too young to understand that this is not normal. Men like him count on that.


    Why the Ultimate Chad Is the Most Dangerous

    He wasn’t loud.
    He wasn’t dramatic.
    He wasn’t public.

    To everyone else, he was calm and logical.
    To her, he was a storm that soaked into every part of her life.

    It took her more than a decade to undo the damage, mentally, emotionally, financially. She still has to co-parent with him, which means she has to manage her reactions and stay grounded for her daughter. That is strength she never asked to build.

    The Ultimate Chad’s abuse is covert.
    He uses silence like a weapon.
    Logic like a trap.
    Children like leverage.
    Shame like a leash.

    He tears you down so subtly that you begin to wonder if you imagined the whole thing.


    The Breaking Point

    In situations like this, women often reach for the tiniest scrap of validation. Sometimes that looks like an emotional affair. Not physical. Just human connection. Something that reminds you you are not crazy or worthless.

    Then comes the question that shifts everything.
    A friend says something like:

    “Do you want your daughter to think this is normal?”

    Those words hit harder than any red flag.

    The truth gets louder than the excuses.


    The Divorce That Feels Like a Marathon

    Leaving an Ultimate Chad rarely looks clean.

    He may kick her out first, then play the victim.
    Court battles drag on for years.
    Money saved since high school vanishes into legal fees.
    She leaves with almost none of her belongings, not even her child’s items.
    He fights for a custody schedule he never earned.
    Not because he loves parenting
    but because he loves winning.


    The Aftermath No One Talks About

    The most painful part is not the breakup.
    It’s the mental fog that follows.

    She finds herself saying things like:
    “It wasn’t that bad.”
    “At least he didn’t do this.”
    “Maybe I overreacted.”

    This is not weakness.
    This is survival.
    This is conditioning.

    And it is exactly how he designed it.

    None of his behavior reflects her worth.
    It reflects his chaos.


    The Age Gap Reality Check

    Age gaps are not inherently wrong.
    But when a man in his 30s chooses someone barely out of her teens, the power imbalance matters.

    At 20, you’re still figuring out who you are. Someone older can either protect that
    or bend it into something they can control.

    When she reaches the age he was when they met, she looks at 20 year olds and feels a full body “nope.”

    That reaction tells the truth more clearly than anything else.


    The Lingering Impact

    The Ultimate Chad lives on in
    your nervous system
    your court schedule
    your triggers
    your parenting boundaries
    your memories

    He is the one who keeps you second guessing long after the papers are signed.

    If any part of this sounds familiar, you are not being dramatic. You are not overreacting. You are finally recognizing a pattern you were never supposed to name.

    The song for this Chad is “The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived.”
    The title speaks for itself.

    If you have your own Chad story and want to share it anonymously, there is space for you on my contact page.

    This blog is for the women who lived it and the daughters who never will.


    TLDR for the skimmers

    Ultimate Chad = calm, collected narcissist who destroys you slowly and makes you feel like you destroyed yourself.

    Looks stable to everyone else.
    Feels like chaos to the person beside him.
    Leaves mental fog, financial fallout, and deep confusion.
    But none of it is your fault.
    Not one part.

    CategoryBehaviorHow it feels to youChad level
    Emotional controlCalm manipulation, silent treatment, “reasonable” argumentsYou start to think you are dramatic or too emotional and replay every conversation wondering what you did wrong🩷🩷🩷🩷 very strong
    Power imbalanceUses age, money, stability or life experience to set the rulesYou feel like the student and he is the adult in the room, even when he is the one acting like a child🩷🩷🩷🩷 very strong
    Public versus privateKind and calm in public, dismissive or cruel in privateEveryone else thinks he is amazing, so you start to wonder if you imagined the private version🩷🩷🩷🩷 very strong
    Parental weaponizationUses the child to punish you or gain sympathy, fights for time more than presenceYou feel like you are co parenting with a strategy, not a parent, and constantly trying to protect your child🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷 extreme
    Financial harmBenefits from your work and savings, leaves you with the bills and legal costsYou feel stupid and ashamed about money, even though he set it up that way🩷🩷🩷 solid
    Reality rewritingTwists events and tells you it was not that bad or you remembered wrongYou question your memory, your judgment and your sanity, and apologize for things that were never your fault🩷🩷🩷🩷 very strong
    AccountabilityRefuses to own his part and blames everything elseYou feel like you are carrying both your mistakes and his while still being painted as the problem💀💀💀💀💀 none at all


  • I have absolutely no writing credentials, which is probably obvious from that first sentence. But I’m channeling my inner Carrie Bradshaw and writing this blog anyway, because someone needs to.

    There are plenty of books and social accounts about healing from narcissistic abuse, how to spot red flags, and how to reclaim your power. I’ve read them, saved them, cried to them at one in the morning. They are helpful. They give language to the chaos.

    What I haven’t seen is a space that doesn’t stop at “heal and move on,” but actually looks at the men who caused the damage in the first place. No real platform that says, “This wasn’t just a lesson for you, this was a choice he made.” No mother-in-law volunteering to hold these men accountable.

    So here we are.

    This is a blog of Chads (and Brads), and this is me finally saying out loud what so many of us have been living.

    Yes, books like Run Like Hell, TikToks on trauma bonding, reels about narcissistic abuse, and infographics about red flags are useful. They remind us that we are not crazy. They help us see patterns. But a lot of them end with the same message: heal, let go, move on.

    I am all for healing. I am all for moving on. But I kept feeling this question in the back of my mind: what about the men who blew everything up and then just walked away? The ones who rewired our nervous systems, drained our bank accounts, wrecked our trust, made us doubt our reality, and then got to move on with a clean story about how “it just didn’t work out” and ultimately move on to their next target.

    That is the gap this blog lives in.

    This Blog of Chads is not a revenge project. It is a reckoning. I hope it is a real, maybe slightly satirical (because if we don’t laugh, we will cry and we have cried enough), very honest collection of stories that exposes the emotional warfare so many women silently endure and then somehow get blamed for while they suffer in silence. These are real stories from me and from women I love and support as friends. We are not bitter, we are awake. We are not crazy, we were preyed on. We are not perfect, but we are done being quiet.

    I know not all narcissists are men, and not all men are narcissists. This is not about all men. This is about a specific pattern of man most of us have met, dated, married, had kids with, or almost lost ourselves to.

    We are calling him what he is: a Chad. Or a Brad. Or whatever name fits in your world.

    To me, a Chad or Brad is a man who refuses to take real accountability for his actions. He leans on manipulation, gaslighting, charm, and entitlement to get what he wants, usually at the emotional expense of women, partners, and often his own children. From the outside he can look calm, kind, funny, successful, or “such a good guy.” That is part of how it works.

    My goal with this blog is to break down the different types of Chads and Brads we have encountered, each one a real story with real consequences. The Ultimate Chad. The Second Place Chad. The Business Chad. The Dating App Chad. The Cheating Chad. The “Nice” Chad. The Obvious Chad. Behind each label is a pattern that has cost women years, money, safety, sanity, and sometimes their sense of self.

    Underneath the humor and the nicknames, there is a serious point. I want you to feel seen. If you recognize one of these men in your past or present, I want you to know you are not alone and you are not the problem. I hope some men see themselves in these stories too, not just from a place of shame, but from an honest look in the mirror that makes them change something. I hope you laugh sometimes and cry sometimes, because if we don’t laugh and cry about this stuff, we end up swallowing it and screaming on the inside.

    Most of all, I want to help break cycles. I want our daughters to grow up with different examples of love. I do not want them to think that anxiety is normal in a relationship, that walking on eggshells is love, or that their job is to fix grown men who refuse to look at their own mess.

    Ophelia is a pen name. I use it to protect my family’s privacy, but I am done protecting the behavior that caused the damage. The details and names in the stories will be changed, but the patterns, the feelings, and the impact are real. If you have ever sat on a bathroom floor sobbing because of a man who swore he loved you, or watched your child come home confused and shut down after time with a father who feels unsafe in ways they cannot yet explain, this space is for you.

    I am not here as a therapist or an expert. I am here as someone who finally stopped carrying the blame for other people’s choices and started calling things what they are.

    If any of this hits close to home, you are not alone. This is just the beginning.

    My first story is about the Ultimate Chad, the textbook calm, “reasonable” narcissist who looks like a good guy to everyone else while slowly erasing the woman standing next to him.

    Let’s start there together.

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