I Did

I hated myself so much, that I honestly thought I'd lose everything to rape. I didn't care anymore.  My body, my mind, and everything about me was for others to use at their disposal.  I didn't harm myself because others didn't want it.  I didn't do anything unless someone wanted me to do it, but even then, I cried myself to sleep at least every weekend.  I continued this for 3 years until my best friend basically decided to dedicate his life to keeping me happy and alive.  He became my boyfriend and he's been doing everything he can to keep me happy, and I do what I can to do the same for him.  I know that this place is for people that currently hate themselves to vent about it...but I just needed somewhere to say this.  It's related so it's not that out of place.  But I'm sorry if this is completely in the wrong place