Thank you for your words of comfort. I usually tell myself that each experience teaches me something, even if it seems bad at first. Maybe there is a reason for everything and even the worst experiences are meant to teach us something good. I had a not very happy childhood and in a way I'm still living with that (the way it has affected me), but time has made me realise that I did learn something from it: not to ever have to put up with people that can't really respect me. It will be ok, what other choice is there?