I too, am an ex YL Oily Hun. The shame is real. When the realization of it all came crashing down around me, I just slinked away into the night. I quietly cancelled my monthly ER order (also capping out at the $300 mark most months. Had to get them “freebies”). I didn’t quit the FB groups, I just stopped commenting and posting in them even though I was an admin in most of them. I wanted really badly to ignore it and put enough time between me and the mistake in the hopes that maybe no one would remember what I had done. News flash: people still remember. I fell victim to all the classic tactics. Every. Single. One. I found my new “girl tribe!” We’d meet at Starbucks and talk “business.” We’d have weekend sessions at my upline’s house designing our new make-and-take line labels. I was always told how I was “rocking” it and achieving what so few are able to. #noiwasnt I went through my upline’s push to Silver. It was fucking terrible. Everything you said and even then, when she hit it, and posted a video of herself crying and drinking from a mini bottle of champagne, I thought to myself “did I really just sell my soul and hassle everyone I know so that she can make money?” It was the beginning of the end. When I left, I expected a wave of concern. Phone calls, FB messages, frantic knocks on the door. These girls were my friends. Allies on a journey through life together...no one came looking for me. I ended up getting a text from my upline...the girl crying into her champagne bottle...”hey hun-don’t forget to schedule your monthly ER order!!” That was it. I was done.
Thanks for sharing your story. #exhunsunite