It was New Year's Eve, I was 19 and I had been battling with depression for quite a long time because of a shitty abusive home. Regular physical violence and verbal violence. My dad was the worst and I used to blame everything on him, but I now understand that my mom used to do some very shitty things to antagonize him as well(such as telling him his Whiplash wasn't real). But my dad was the violent one. On this New Year's Eve it was a few months before that I had told him of my depression and suicidal tendencies and he responded pretty predictably, telling me I was overreacting, how every teenager has that sort of stuff.
So anyway, this New Year's Eve I was with my parents at a party at one of their friends and at 0:00 I went to a party with my own friends. At this party there was this girl I had a crush on and I tried to pursue, but who turned me down. Because of my depression I wasnt really equipped to deal with this so I went to my parents and cried my ass off and I tried to get the car to drive home(I was drunk as fuck). My dad stopped me and talked to me, which was the first fatherly thing he had ever done. At some point he just lost it. We were sitting in the car and I was just crying and yelling and he just fucking lost it. He started punching me in my face, repeatedly. I did the only thing I could, I started laughing, uncontrollably. His physical violence was never directed against me untill that point, only against my mom and it just amused me that after all this time he finally broke down and started beating me too.
That was the point I was done with it. I left home. My mom followed me. My dad's friend(the one where the party was) gave us a home to stay for 6 months and I owe this guy my life. My dad tried to contact me two weeks later and I told him I had nothing to tell him. I haven't spoken to him since. It's 3 years later. I am on medication now, have been in therapy for a while, my mom and me have recently got a nice house where we can both do our thing, I have a beautiful girlfriend who knows about all of this stuff and helps me through it and is really understanding, I have a job that I really enjoy and I'm putting myself through law school.
I still get nightmares and whenever people yell at me/yell in general I get really anxious and agressive and from time to time I still get suicidal tendencies, but my life is SO. MUCH. BETTER. now.