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4000 characters is the max so enjoy chat GPTs version of shortening it! On November 3, 2024, I was strangled, kidnapped, punched, restrained, robbed, and left with broken belongings. I screamed and cried for help at the top of my lungs, slipping in and out of consciousness in a basement with a man who wanted to either keep me for himself or see me dead. His family was home above us, yet no one came to help. I believed I was living my last day. I thought I’d never see my dad again—the man who tucked me in every night as a little girl, who always told me he loved me more, who pushed me on my first bike and proudly watched me ride off without training wheels, who worked twenty years restlessly to put me through college. I thought I’d never see my mom again—the woman who always had my back, my best friend, my other half, God’s greatest blessing. I thought she was about to lose me, and I’d never get to say goodbye. All of this could have been avoided if I had left the moment the verbal abuse began. Instead, I stayed with someone who didn’t love me but obsessed over me. He wanted control, ownership. I became nothing more than an object to manipulate, abuse, and use. My body reflected the toll—I lost 20 pounds, down to 104 at 5’4. I looked like a walking corpse, skin and bones. If you are in a relationship and keep telling yourself he will change, or that he only says cruel things out of anger, please don’t wait until it’s too late. I almost lost my life. Nearly a year later, I still live with the trauma every single day. That night, after another round of insults, I ordered an Uber. He told me to leave, so I tried. When he found out, he took my phone, blocked the doors, and restrained me when I tried to run. I cried so hard I passed out and woke to his dog dragging me across the floor. He walked me outside, was about to drop my phone down a storm drain, and then the Uber arrived. The driver tried to mediate. I thought I could go back inside quickly to get my belongings, assuming my ex would stay outside. But the second he got me alone, he strangled me. Two hands pressed into my neck, the eyes I once loved glaring down. The eyes I believed would one day change and love me truly were now the same eyes trying to hurt me. I was starting to lose the ability to fight. He then let go. I was in shock, so thankful he stopped. He had no remorse to what he just done. He then stormed outside. I followed him, where he then smashed my phone. I searched frantically for it outside, only for him to grab and restrain me again. When I finally broke free, I punched him in the eye. He retaliated, striking me in the head so hard I fell, hearing nothing but ringing before blacking out. I regained consciousness, saw my phone, grabbed it, and sprinted back to the Uber. Instead of my uber driver urging me to call the police, my driver told me to leave it in God’s hands, that karma would take care of him, and warned me that since I had struck him, I could be the one arrested. I wish I hadn’t listened. I deserved justice, but I let fear, anxiety, and bad advice silence me. There is countless other damaging, illegal things that have happened to me in the relationship, but one that stuck—he took intimate photos and videos of me without my consent and later shared them with others out of spite. When I went to the police, they told me they needed testimony from someone who received them. One girl who had the messages refused to confirm it, afraid of being hated by his friends. Once again, I was left without justice. There are countless illegal events I could share. Writing this is not easy, but I refuse to let my story stay buried. I endured nearly losing my life, public humiliation, and mental trauma that doesn’t just go away. If sharing this spares even one person from what I went through, then it means something. Please—if the abuse has started, don’t wait until it escalates. Walk away while you still can. #domesticviolenceawarenessmonth

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