I honestly can barely type, I'm hysterical. My fiance went apeshit on me, because I asked a guy friend that I used to speak with, about how much carpet cleaning costs because I planned on doing it for the house we live in... and he went through my phone as always... was screaming that if I ask him about carpet cleaning then it leads to flirting, then I'll end up sleeping with the guy etc. And he started calling me names, screaming, stormed out of the house and told me if I dropped dead he wouldn't care. And he turned his phone off and disappeared... Which if I did that, he would go insane on me... I have no way out of this situation.... I honestly want to die. I can't feel this way. I'm stuck in the middle of a masters program, and if I fuck it up, I'll be in 60 thousand dollars of debt from school. Then I really will fucking kill myself... Honestly there's no point in me living... to die would be easier... No worrying about failing out, no being told what a horrible person I am, no family members treating me badly.