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He always threaten to tell immigration about me and send me back, even though I here legally. Just the idea of being reported would mess up my job and seeing my kids. He know this, but he don’t care. He just want to hurt me, to make me feel scared and powerless. It feel like he got all the power, and I can’t do nothing.
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Immigration

He always threaten to tell immigration about me and send me back, even though I here legally.

It don’t matter that my papers are fine. Don’t matter that I followed every rule, did everything right. The threat is enough. Just the idea of being reported would mess up my job, make people start asking questions, maybe even stop me from seeing my kids.

He know this.

But he don’t care.

He just want to hurt me, to make me feel scared and powerless.

“One call, and you’re gone.”
“Think they’ll believe you over me?”
“I’ll make sure you lose everything.”

He say it like it’s nothing, like it’s just words. But it’s not just words. It’s a chain around my neck, a weight pressing down on me every day.

It feel like he got all the power, and I can’t do nothing.

Like my whole life is in his hands.

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