So. Okay. Earlier this year I ran away from an abusive home. Years of beating, abuse, gone. And me, terrified of men. But (oh, yes, cliche hollywood) I met this seemingly great guy. Treated me like an angel...you know. Last weekend I found out about the others he'd been seeing, how much he lied to me, and things just kinda fell apart there. After he tried to throttle me to death. And he's out of jail. And I'm getting all kinds of promises again. That I can't believe. But I want to. And yes, he's really all I have. Isn't that sad? I'm terrified of being alone. I know I'd be better off. Who needs this shit right? Mostly I'm just afraid. I have a history of depression, mental illnesses. Cutting. Substance abuse. I'm going to freak out. Views? Experiences? Advice? Thanks.