We've been seeing each other for about a year and a half. But I never said he was 19. I told my parents. They didn't react well whatsoever. I wanted to wait until tomorrow so I wouldn't ruin any ones holiday. But I couldn't hold it in anymore. I started by telling them that I lied about how I got the bruises and scratches, then I told them the rest. They freaked out. Especially my mom. She said something along the lines of "What are you gonna tell us next! That you've attempted suicide and if you did, you'd be doing the world a favor". That hurt me alot. I tried to tell them that I wanted therapy to get better. But they said they didn't care what I wanted because what happened was my fault. They are going to press charges though (Against both of them). They just told me to go my room, that they couldn't look at me anymore. I don't have my parents, I don't have friends, I don't have my boyfriend, I don't have anyone. I doubt their going to get me help (The right kind at least) I don't think its going to get better. But at least it can't get any worse.