You knock softly on your friends door, tears streaming down your face. Your boyfriend and you got into a fight again, he’s extremely abusive and you know it yet you still stay with him. You always go to your best friends house when you have fights, he’s your comfort, your safe space, the one you trust the most. He opens the door. Again? Do you want to come in? I have snacks and games. he smiles softly, but you can tell he’s fed up with your boyfriend.