I met my fiancé in mental hospital. He was 31, i was 22. I was a librarian aide at a private school for 20 an hour. He had it rougher than I did. He was in a situation where his sisters (who were 19, 18, 17, 16) asked him (14) to drive them to and from a drinking party to let lose for a bit given they had a harsh, single mom (abusive both physically and mentally and emotionally yknow, horrifyingly tough). On the way home, they opted out of calling their mom to not get in trouble. His sisters died that night, he didn't. His mom hated him/latched onto him as the only man of the house after his grandparents (his mom's parents and source of income) passed. She never made it easy for him. Ever. After that, it was just a long road of running away from new home with military step-dad and new siblings having to choose between supporting him or pleasing parents. Relationships were always rocky with him. Now he's with me. After living in my car for a bit, he crashed it. I feel alone...Help.