I finially talked to my parents over this thanksgiving weekend. It was really nice!! My dad told me that he doesn't think I'm crazy. Nor does he think Im a liar, it was so nice to hear that from my dad. It really meant alot to me that he believes me. Even talked to my mother, who was supportive, I appologized to her for our last couple of conversations as the last couple of times, I would just get so up set and yell at her and try to make her feel bad about noting being there or for not doing anything which I really can't blame her in lot of ways and for a lot of reasons. I don't care what anyone else thinks but it meant lot to me just to have my parents acknowledge my feelings and my hurt. I'm still down about the charges and court, but I even feel like I can face it, like I'm doing the right thing by talking about and fighting, because of my own ignorance throw out this abusive encounter. I really shouldn't call it a relationship cus thats not what it was, even if it helped me through the denai of what was really happening. But I have found a new scene of strenght. I hope so some how encourage others, even if they aren't believed, called crazy, or blamed for the abuse, because even after it all, it was still worth fighting for myself for my voice and standing up for myself even if it only works against me as I am not ignorant about how people deal with rape. Or even how soicety likes blaming the victim, or even how religous people make excuses by claiming contradictions of there own beliefs about what is right.