Before I tell you my specific problem right now, let me give you a brief history... On March 26, 2010 (5 days before my birthday) I took over 3 times the lethal dosage of a prescription drug in an attempt to kill myself. It didn't work. I spent a week in the hospital. Just three weeks after getting out, I was hospitalized again, because they were worried I would try it again. I spent nearly two weeks in that time. Since then, I have felt a great deal better. And now our story begins... I have a girlfriend--let's call her Melissa, to keep her identity secret--who I have been with since early August. I love her more than anything in the world--indeed, more than life itself. That being said, I firmly believe in abstinence. And I mean that. I am not just saying it. Lucky me, Melissa does too! So all good so far. The problem is, today she and I went to my room and cuddled and kissed, when in walks my sister, her sister, and one of their friends. And let me be clear hear: we were ONLY cuddling and kissing. No sex. For real. So what do those little brats do? They rush upstairs to tell my Mom and of course call and tell her Dad that we were downstairs feeling each other up and taking our clothes off--WHICH IS NOT TRUE. Now, I don't have the slightest care for what those kids think. I do, on the other hand, care that our parents are trying to separate us because they believe every word the little brats say. Also, I should mention that Melissa's parents are hardcore Christian Conservatives, and for months they did not want us together because I happen to be a Deist. I am, however, a hardcore Conservative (that's actually how we met; she came to a political group I started at my school and I worked on her Dad's campaign). The point is, they already didn't really want us together, even though they love me. So now I am on the brink. It seems to me that if every single thing we do is going to be blown out of proportion, lied about, twisted, and then spread around (they have done similar things with different situations, so it's not like this was a one-time thing), it is hard for me to feel a desire to live. Liars and fools will always have their way, and the rest of us will always pay the price. For that, this life is null. But at least "the rest of us" can sleep at night knowing we are not liars and fools. For that, it is a wonderful life to live. The problem is, I don't feel like the wonderful part outweighs the awful part anymore. I want to stand by my girl no matter what, never leaving her side and seeing it through until we are both dead from natural causes... But... It's so hard to stand up when the rest of the world is trying to push you down. I want to stay with her. I don't want to stay with the rest of the world. I mean, there are a few other individuals who I love--especially my grandparents--but it is a different kind of love. With them it is more like, "I love you and I want the best for you. I want you to always be around to guide me through life." But with Melissa, it's "I love you, you mean everything to me, and without you, I would not be alive today." She has, after all, saved my life before. Finally (you must be getting tired of this), I should say that my grandfather has stood by Melissa and I throughout our entire fight against a few hostile family members. I never met my Dad, but Granddad has always been there for me--I even grew up calling him, "Dad." So... I am hanging by a thread, and I can see it stretching to a limit--if something doesn't change soon, I just don't know if it can hold my ever-increasing weight. I have cried so much it hurts. And that's my story. Please help. Please?