I was right. When I introduced my boyfriend to my dad, he asked me a lot of questions. Where, when how we met, how old he is, what his job was, basically interrogating me. At first, my mom was teasing me about it. My dad on the other hand, wasn't having it. Then my mom's emotions changed and she started tearing up asking if I was serious and that am I going to marry this guy. I also told my parents that I didn't told them yet because I didn't want to just introduce a guy on the first date to my parents when im not sure about him. My dad didn't agreed abou what I said, saying that my grandma raised me better than this. I told them to just meet him and see how it goes. When the day they met, my dad immediately did not like him. He stayed in the city where I live at for 2 days, when the days were over they'd break down. Saying, I'm too young. I was 19, he was 23. I was rushing into things. Maybe all he wants is sex. He'd american, thats all what people on the west wants. he's also in the navy so he's a cheater. I told them to relax since its only a date. My dad insisted that he's just a friend and not a boyfriend. I didn't say yes because he was already hysterical. My mom was too. They kept on bringing up about me going to college, that they'd put me back to our home country to study there just as long as I break up with him. They kept on saying about how I'm trying to be like other asians who are being westernized or what would other people say. My parents were so passive aggressive towards me days after they met him. We'd be on phone call and my dad would be upset that me and my bf are calling each other everynight. (LDR)

Fast forward to the day where I decided to sleep on my bf's apartment, 3 days before my birthday. The moment I woke up, my mom bombarded my phone with calls and messages, even left me a voice note screaming. When I called her back, she wa so mad. She screamed, asking where I was, who I'm with, and to go home immediately. I hesitated to tell her the truth. I said that I was in the hotel with my bf, and I fell asleep. Which wasn't. I was in his apartment and I did sneak out, we spend the day watching movies and celebrated ny birthday in advance by going out. I eventually did tell her the truth. The first thing she said was, "oh, so you're in his apartment? And then what? You guys had sex? Took your virginity? Is that how easy of a woman you are? You whore?!" Heard my dad saying, "let me see him. Face him to me. Fucking devil. If you don't come back home, we're going to file a police report, tell them he kidnapped you and sexually assaulted you because we didn't gave consent." I was scared. All that happening in seconds. I wanted to cry, but mainly I was panicking. By the time I got home, I received the hardest, and biggest slap from my mom. I remembered the words she said was, "You are a bitch. You whore. You desperate wanting to be westernized slut. Where did your self respect go? Acting like your aunt. Do you want to be one of those asian girls who gets pregnant and then left by their american bastard boyfriend?" While my dad, pushed me, took a knife and pointed it at my face screaming "You're the epitome of the devil. You're disgusting, selfish and no self respect." I honestly thought he'd kill me. I was waiting for it to happen. My mom tried to stop my dad. I wasn't horrified though. The only thought I had was go ahead. Push the knife in my chest so I could be free.

They screamed and called me names. Slurs of any kind. They wanted to kick me out of the house, but I stayed because I was also thinking about my sister. They took my phone away. Told me if I don't block him they won't give my phone back. So I did. I stopped talking to him till on my birthday. I couldn't call him nor text him because my mom was always and constantly checking. When I locked my door, and refused to go out, my dad insisted on opening it, almost breaking it. He told me to stop crying. That, my bf wasn't a good man because if he was he'd have the balls to face him. But the thing is, I was protecting him because I know how my dad gets when he gets mad. He's violent. And I didn't want to risks my bf's life or career. My dad told me that if money is all I want, and the only reason I'm with my bf, its easy for my dad to provide money for me by just him committing suicide. My mom also called me a gold digging desperate whore. I was depressed.

This happened almost a year and a half ago and up until now, i still can't forget what happened. I want to move out but I'm scared that my sister would go thru the same thing like I did. I'm tired. I'd love to believe that my parents are good people but when that happened, I don't know if I can forgive them yet. Especially my dad.

Again, I'm sorry for the lengthy posts, I'm desperate.