I lost everything and I’m moving to NYC with nothing. I…
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I lost everything and I’m moving to NYC with nothing.
I moved back to my home country in 2022 for cheaper college, but ultimately fell in love with a friend from high school, and stayed for him. He was incredibly manipulative, abusive, and controlling, to the point that sexu@l ass@ult was a common occurrence, and he would fake seizures and mental episodes to make me stay. I was young, and other than him I was alone, and so I couldn’t fathom that anything was truly wrong. Then, last November 2025, he cheated on me with our roommate, told me he “needed to explore his queerness” and tried to trap me into a polycule with them.
That was the worst night of my life. But it was the night I saved myself. I told him that I was leaving, and he’d never see me again. And so I left the next day, and he never saw me again. I stayed with my grandparents, sold the little I owned, and worked every. Single. Day. For a month and a half, to save up to move back to America with my immediate family. I moved in January 2026. That was when I was literally going to give up my USA green card, to stay with him, and he pulls this shit. He tried to steal my green card, SSN, and birth certificate. He showed up at my workplace multiple times, my friends told me. But to no avail. When I told him he’d never see me again, I meant it.
I didn’t get to move to NYC right away. Everything I had saved barely covered my expenses for a plane ticket and relocation. I am happy to be with my family again, but I hate their small town that they chose to move to. I’m working two jobs here, making ends meet, and saving everything I earn, which at the same time is barely anything.
Thankfully, I do live near NYC. I was going to give up NYC for him. But instead I am there, every couple of months, and I feel alive again. I know it’s where I belong. I want it more than anything. I am working 6 days a week, busting my ass to get there.
My parents don’t make nearly enough to make me a potential nepo-baby, they wouldn’t even be able to be my guarantors. I will be completely and utterly alone. But what a blessing that is, isn’t it? To be alone, to be entirely in control of my own life. Had things gone differently, I would be trapped in a polycule with a psychopathic monster. I’m taking a risk, I’m taking the hard path, but that is entirely my own choice.
I’m moving this August. Today, I finished saving just enough to last two months off of my savings alone. I‘ve spent 5+ years working as an excellent barista in coffee shops in my home country, I’ll go back to doing that, and focus on my career later. I will be applying to multiple places a day, on foot. I have a tiny room booked for a temporary stay, in a townhouse with 8 others my age. I have friends with a few leads for jobs, but ultimately, I’ll be looking on my own.
Will I make it? I tell everyone that I will. But the truth is, I’m terrified that I won’t. I just don’t see any other option. I can’t imagine what I will do if I fail.
And so I’m going to keep trying. I’ve survived every single day leading up to this.
#inspiration
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I moved back to my home country in 2022 for cheaper college, but ultimately fell in love with a friend from high school, and stayed for him. He was incredibly manipulative, abusive, and controlling, to the point that sexu@l ass@ult was a common occurrence, and he would fake seizures and mental episodes to make me stay. I was young, and other than him I was alone, and so I couldn’t fathom that anything was truly wrong. Then, last November 2025, he cheated on me with our roommate, told me he “needed to explore his queerness” and tried to trap me into a polycule with them.
That was the worst night of my life. But it was the night I saved myself. I told him that I was leaving, and he’d never see me again. And so I left the next day, and he never saw me again. I stayed with my grandparents, sold the little I owned, and worked every. Single. Day. For a month and a half, to save up to move back to America with my immediate family. I moved in January 2026. That was when I was literally going to give up my USA green card, to stay with him, and he pulls this shit. He tried to steal my green card, SSN, and birth certificate. He showed up at my workplace multiple times, my friends told me. But to no avail. When I told him he’d never see me again, I meant it.
I didn’t get to move to NYC right away. Everything I had saved barely covered my expenses for a plane ticket and relocation. I am happy to be with my family again, but I hate their small town that they chose to move to. I’m working two jobs here, making ends meet, and saving everything I earn, which at the same time is barely anything.
Thankfully, I do live near NYC. I was going to give up NYC for him. But instead I am there, every couple of months, and I feel alive again. I know it’s where I belong. I want it more than anything. I am working 6 days a week, busting my ass to get there.
My parents don’t make nearly enough to make me a potential nepo-baby, they wouldn’t even be able to be my guarantors. I will be completely and utterly alone. But what a blessing that is, isn’t it? To be alone, to be entirely in control of my own life. Had things gone differently, I would be trapped in a polycule with a psychopathic monster. I’m taking a risk, I’m taking the hard path, but that is entirely my own choice.
I’m moving this August. Today, I finished saving just enough to last two months off of my savings alone. I‘ve spent 5+ years working as an excellent barista in coffee shops in my home country, I’ll go back to doing that, and focus on my career later. I will be applying to multiple places a day, on foot. I have a tiny room booked for a temporary stay, in a townhouse with 8 others my age. I have friends with a few leads for jobs, but ultimately, I’ll be looking on my own.
Will I make it? I tell everyone that I will. But the truth is, I’m terrified that I won’t. I just don’t see any other option. I can’t imagine what I will do if I fail.
And so I’m going to keep trying. I’ve survived every single day leading up to this.
#inspiration
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