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I have less than 2K followers and I& #39;m verified. How is that possible? It’s an interesting little story. It was a gift from my X. Here’s how it went down:
He was my first love. Truly, he was.
He was my first love. Truly, he was.
He gave me phenomenal opportunities to bond w/ppl from the east to the west & everywhere in between. He introduced me to a ton of celebrities, made sure my bills were paid & I ensured that I had the absolute best healthcare. But that’s not why I loved him.
He taught me that the ability to connect with everyday people via a mic, for 4 hours a day, no matter what race, creed or color was a blessing. An invaluable gift. He embraced my undeniable desire to be a creative. In spite of my low self esteem, he loved me. Or so I thought.
As time progressed, the love became very one-sided. I gave my all in our relationship while all he did was take, take, take. He enabled his cohorts to steal from me. I was verbally abused. I was sexually assaulted. I had sleepless nights. I went to bed weary and I woke up weepy.
And yet, I stayed. I was in denial. Our relationship had clearly spiraled out of control but I just put my blinders on hoping that one day, things would get better. I convinced myself to believe that if I left, no one else would want me.
I mustered up the courage to leave anyway - but I left battered, bruised and bloodied. I turned to many celebrities that I had met during our courtship, but they stopped returning my calls because I no longer had a microphone. I felt used in the worst way.
He had extended family that would always find me whenever I moved out of town. They wanted to continue to remain in my life in spite of my estranged relationship with my X. They never judged me. Their unconditional love prevented me from losing my mind. (literally)
But even after the repeated abuse, my dumb ass STILL went back. In fact, I remained in the relationship thinking the one day he would change. Not only did he NOT change, he became more & more disrespectful. He would blacken my eye and I’d just tell people that I was clumsy.
So in mid 2018, he gifted me with the little blue checkmark. Not sure how he did it, especially for someone w/very little followers, but I took it & wore it as a badge of honor. Then shortly after, he broke up with me.I was able to breathe again. I guess I& #39;d finally had enough.
Initially, I was shocked. But soon after, I came to realize that peace of mind was more important to me than anything else in the world. For a long, long time - I just wanted peace.
Everytime I log onto twitter and I see that little blue check mark, I think of him. I read somewhere that he died though. I heard there were several attempts to revive him - but those attempts were unsuccessful.
MORAL TO THE STORY: If you’re in an relationship where you are constantly being humiliated, intimidated, controlled and degraded, be willing to recognize the abuse and then get out. Easier said than done - but read my story again & be inspired by my courage.
I had to take a hiatus, but I& #39;m back & I& #39;m glad that I didn& #39;t give up on love. I’m now in another relationship & I& #39;m appreciated, valued & respected. His family members still love me & thanks to social media, that bond will never be broken. That& #39;s how I got my 
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