Okay so I'm posting this here because I have no clue where else to do it for fear of judgement. But all my life I was mentally and verbally abused by my dad. I constantly put up with him deteriorating my self esteem any time it was slightly raised and my mom was even worse. She has a couple personality disorders and she gets aggressive fast. When she found out I had a boyfriend she threw me up against the wall multiple times and then pinned me by my throat with her arms and called me a whore. I stayed with my boyfriend and he raised me up from the hole that my own parents put me in. 3months ago I got caught messing around with my boyfriend and when we went to drop him off at his house (very awkward car ride)after letting him out I refused to get back in the car knowing that if I did I wouldnt see anyone I cared about again. My mom then showed up and she took my hand and we walked out to the car and she told me to get in and we'd get my stuff and as soon as I got in the car she slammed the door and got in the front seat while me stepdad grabbed me so I couldn't run. I pulled open the door and my mom yanked me by my hair and my head hit the center console. My boyfriend and I were struggling to get the door open and I was clawing my way out of my mom's grip on my hair. I finally got out of the car and started to run but my stepdad got out and grabbed me and my mom dragged me back by my hair. I got in the car and my boyfriend called the police and gave them my address and he waited until my aunt showed up to pick me up before he left so that I was safe. The next morning my mom tricked me again but this time she asked me to come to the house and say goodbye to my sister and when I got there she told my aunt to leave and that I needed to pack my shit and my boyfriend's mom could come get me. I waited all day for her since she didn't have a vehicle and was struggling to find a ride. I ended up having to stay the night at my mom's and then the next day I went to school and told the councilor who reported it to cps. That day I moved in with my boyfriend and from that point on I haven't seen my mom or stepdad. I've recently moved in with the same aunt and I'm finally getting to feel freedom for the first time in my life. I started my very first job today, got accepted to college, and opened my own bank account. And my boyfriend and I are going 10 months strong and we're inseparable.