The Wig That Ghosted Me: A Cautionary Tale

It started like every good wig story does — with excitement, a coupon code, and the fantasy of a flawless hairline. Her name was Ina. She was supposed to be the one. I clicked “buy now” with hope in my heart and a wig stand waiting. But instead of slay, I got silence. No tracking number. No update. Just vibes… and a growing suspicion that Ina packed her lace front and left me on read.

🗓️ Day 1: "Your Order Has Been Confirmed!"

I danced a little. I even picked out a gloss I’d wear with Ina. She was going to give “I have my life together” with just enough edge to say, “but don’t test me.”

🗓️ Day 3: "Still Preparing to Ship"

Okay, cool. Maybe they’re customizing her. Maybe Ina’s getting her curls set just right. I can be patient. (But also I’m refreshing that shipping link more than I check the weather.)

🗓️ Day 5: "Shipping Label Created… But She Ain’t Moving"

My stomach dropped. I knew this game. The tracking number sat there — smug, lifeless — like a fake friend who promises to call and never does. “Label created” is wig world code for: Sis, don’t hold your breath.

🗓️ Day 6: I Email the Owner

I keep it civil. Professional even. I use words like “kindly” and “just checking in” instead of “WHERE IS INA?”
No response.

🗓️ Day 7: Acceptance

At this point, I realize the truth. Ina’s not coming. I’ll never run errands with her. Never flip her over my shoulder like a dramatic rom-com lead. My dreams of Ina? Dead. Buried. And possibly still in a plastic bin somewhere next to a thermal label printer.

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Final Thoughts:

Will I get my money back? Who knows. Will I emotionally recover? Eventually.
But let this be a lesson to all the wig lovers out there:
Sometimes the lace isn’t worth the lies.