What would you do?

Alright so this is a long ass story, I’m just gonna give y’all the readers digest version.

So my boyfriend and I decided to try sex. I , like a dumbass, told my mom. At first she said it’s ultimately my decision but then literally three days later she attack me with drive out the demons and bible bashing me. (She’s very Christian)

That was the first thing that started all this.

The next thing, My mom read my journal and learned about all my inner thoughts and feelings. How I felt my mom was gas lighting me and how I was planning to move in with my boyfriend after I turned 18. That was three months ago.

Finally on my boyfriends birthday he and I went to the movies and got ice cream. My dad had agreed to meet boyfriend, boyfriends mom, and I at the end of my four mile long road at 9:00 pm. We waited until 10:30 and nobody came. My mom was at a church thing and she told boyfriends mom to leave me at the gas station and that she would be there in an hour. I didn’t feel safe doing that especially at 10:30 at night. Neither did boyfriend nor boyfriends mom. So they were going to take me home with them.

My mom flipped and met us at the nearest grocery store.

Now I’m grounded from my boyfriend. I’m not allowed to talk to him or his mom.

My mom hates my boyfriends guts and she says that he only stays with me because I sucked his dick. And he doesn’t care about my family and if He wants to be part of my life he needs to spend time with my family as well.

Every chance my mom gets she takes a jab at “oh your boyfriend only cares because you stimulate his member”

And in the midst of all this bull shit. I’m starting to question my will to stay committed.

I really care about this boy. I’ve dreamt of having a house and kids with him (not right now of course) and traveling with him. And I have a really good relationship with his parents. He calms me down when I’m about to blow up and he wipes away my tears when my mom makes me cry. He tells me everything will be alright and he hugs me until my pieces fall back into place.

And I tell him that he is worth more than what he feels at times and that he is enough. And I kiss his scars and listen when he needs to rant. We help and love each other.

But yet.... Why do I feel like I might be making my mind up too soon? Why do I keep thinking about how much fun I had when I had a crush? Why do I reminisce about flirting with other people?

I don’t want to ask my mom because I know what she’ll say. “Maybe it’s time for you to move on” that’s what she says every time I have questions about my relationship.

So maybe some advice from you would help?