Hi there... My name is Samira Vaziri
and I would love to share my story about domestic violence. I was with my ex for three years, two of them being abusive in all aspects. The first year, it was perfect. We wanted to be around each other all the time, we were always laughing. Traveling together, we were the “perfect couple” and “goals”. Until, December of 2015. We moved out of our apt and got into an argument. The first time he hit me, he punched me on my thigh. “He didn’t mean to do it” was the first thing that came to mind. “This isn’t like him, I made him mad and I was in the way. That’s all”. I refused to believe he did that and I didn’t want to be a statistic. Little did I know, that was just the beginning. He started becoming angry over every little thing. He started making me stop hanging out with certain friends because he was “protecting me”. He put into my head my own family was against me. He was such a manipulator that he made me believe everything he said was true. The abuse got worse and worse. I wanted to leave, but every time I tried, he made me feel bad for leaving. “I was his only family” and that he was sorry for hurting me. He wasn’t “hurting me he was just so passionate”. He was all I knew, after spending every day together. The mental abuse started happening, the name calling. The constant name calling, the constant disrespect, always making me feel alone. Emotional abuse started taking its toll, I started thinking I didn’t want to be alive anymore. Every time I tried to leave,he would threaten to kill me and my Family. I was willing to die so he wouldn’t hurt my family. He was a popular person, everyone knew him. Everyone knew he wouldn’t hurt a woman. Little did they know what happened behind closed doors. We lived together again in May 2018. That’s when I was officially done, but I couldn’t go anywhere. I was sleeping with the devil. June 16th he put a knife to my neck because I was going to my dads birthday. In between those months, he would punch my head so many times or slap my face because I wasn’t “obeying” him. October 19th-23rd is when I endured hell. For fours days, he punched me, slapped me, spit on me, threatened to kill Me, and on October 23rd he chokes me. I blacked out, all I saw was white. I fell to the floor and he told me to get up and continued punching my head. He got on top of me and screaming in my face while I’m screaming to leave me alone. He smashed my phone so I couldn’t get in touch with anyone. Thankfully Siri worked and I called my best friend. I told her what happened and she called my mom. My Mom had no idea where I lived because he didn’t want anyone to know. Somehow she found my address and knocked on the door. She said I looked so scared opening that door, I thought it was him coming back for more. My mom called the cops and took pictures and said “Jesus Christ”. I filed a restraining order against him and went to court. He’s free right now, but the emotional and mental abuse is something I’m healing from the physical marks are gone now. But, healing is a lot easier said than done. However, it is possible.