Bad day, hell, bad week.

Some explaining. I have this guy that I tend to sleep with now and then. . . He is emotionally abusive (and has a gf). I've been saying no to him and actually getting more confident with it (OMG).
Last thursday I had had enough. I wasn't coping, kept having flashbacks. He turned up, saw the state I was in gave me a sleeper and took the rest of my pills and my razors off of me.
The next day when he bought them back. . . . I don't need to go into details.

Then Friday afternoon I ended up at mums. I was convinced to stay there, which to start out was fine, brother dearest wasn't there. He got in at midnight and then proceeded to wander around the house till 3 am. big suprise I didn't sleep.
Saturday I took my big dog (who lives at mums) to the vet and found out that the chances of his tumours not being cancerous is pretty low. Keeping in mind I keep having night mare memories, not even the sleeping pills stop them.
I spent the day out yesterday, when I got home I found a note from my flatty saying basically that she can't deal with my issues and can I please find some where else to live.
I was shattered cos my flatty was one of the only friends I have left in Townsville, and the only one that knows about the abuse I suffered from my brothers.

All in all, a really suckfull week. makes me want to end it.