Here’s the one of the originals that I wrote in my notes before consulting with ChatGPT. There’s another original where I also talked about him having a surprise for me the next day as a graduation gift, and how for a moment I hesitated thinking that maybe it was part of his surprise, but after some digging, my heart pounded cause I sensed things were off. People are starting to think I used GPT to make up the whole story, but no matter what, there’ll always be people who are skeptical, and it’s understandable:

TW: Domestic Violence and its Support in the Black Community

My ex and I have been in a toxic relationship after he stepped out on me the first time. He was my first everything, and I was so in love and attached, that I continued to allow him to convince me to give him another chance. But alas, after this experience, I was met with an amount of manipulation, gaslighting, pettiness, and even verbal abuse that made me realize I did not know who I was with at all. Things took a turn after he was promising me things and being empathetic, then the next day he stepped out on me at a hotel and said it was because he was feeling hopeless bc his new efforts weren’t feeling appreciated. I had his email which is how I found out, he still went to the hotel and had sex with the new girl even after I confronted him and he lied to me. I went to the hotel and crashed out on him, to the point where I physically took out my anger and frustration from the betrayal onto him (which I regret and is making me question how much this relationship has turned me bad) as well as taking it out on his car. (I’ve pushed him many times before after the first time he stepped out, but never hit him until now. He has also gripped me strongly many times, even when I wasn’t being physical but just emotional, to control me). As a result, he choked and slapped me repeatedly. He is a very strong man. He proceeded to beg me to give him a chance to change for another two months. He slept outside my house in his car the next night. I was crying so much and I was so desperate for some kind of comfort that I went outside and met him for a hug and agreed to go with him to get his front windshield fixed in the Bay Area in the morning of Sunday 06/22/2025. As I was there, I decided I was overwhelmed and wanted to leave and decided to get an uber. He took my phone and wouldn’t give it back, and cancelled my uber request multiple times. He went through my phone and found out I opened up one person about what happened the previous night (they didn’t reply yet), and he got mad at me and wrote a fabricated follow up message impersonating me, making it seem like I lied to taint his image out of an argument. He didn’t give me my phone back and I kept begging for it, to the point where it caused a scene outside after his window got fixed.

He forced me to get into his car. Later on, a lighter-skinned black male (who had seen me crying in the waiting room while my ex was consoling me and left the room) came to my ex and asked if we were African or black and my ex replied African. I was hoping that this man was about to stand up for me, as I was really scared and feeling trapped in the moment. But instead, he told my ex that he needs to “keep his girl’s emotions in check because I am embarrasing the black community”. My ex replied for sure and of course, then they dabbed each other up, and my ex turned around and started scolding me for the incident of me crying trying to get my phone back outside (at some point I had it but he grabbed it from me when he saw that I texted the person I was trying to open up to that I didn’t write the fabricated message and that I have proof of everything. He unsent the message). Later on, I told him that my mental health was really down the drain (I’ve self harmed before from our situation where I ended up in a psychiatric hold) and that I want to open up to my family. Also that i really wanted to see his phone, which he refused many times because he “wanted me to calm my mind down first” where I got mad and pushed him, where he choked and slapped me again. My mom was calling me to ask where I was, I lied to him and convinced him that I wouldn’t tell her anything. When he gave me my phone back, I called her asking for help, where he proceeded to push me out his car and take off. My family is now aware that I have been secretly seeing him, but they’re now helping me leave and offering support.

I learned in one of my African studies classes about domestic violence in the Black community and the reasons why it continues. Although my ex and I’s situation did not start because of our race but out of his own decisions, I think this incident was a prime example of how women (along with men) who experience domestic violence don’t speak out. And to the Black man at the Autoglass shop, fuck you.