My return home

So God had other plans and I am so thankful for that. My relationship was not physically abusive but emotionally abusive. Satan used this man to make me think I was nothing without him. I believed the lies that I had to be in a "relationship" to survive and if I was not their was something wrong with me. I was so submisive and so self loathing at that point that I would have done anything he said including getting an abortion because he told me we were not ready for a child. Looking back at that I can not believe that I fell for the tricks of Satan. I am so thankful for 1. God forgiving me for the abortion. I met a friend that used to run a ministry for people who were in my position and she spoke to me about the fogiveness of God for her because of this and that God had given her some insights. 1. God has those children in His arms. 2. He has forgiven us and sent His son to do that. 3. God can and has and will be the reason that I can live with myself after this. I so thank God that God gave me these insights and that God used this friend for me. God knows what you need when you need it. I did not realize that I was suppressing this and that I had buried it so deep that it was not until years like 10 years after the whole sitiation that I actually dealt with it. God sent another friend to me and she shared with me about miscarriages that she had and that she went into a deep depression because of it and that God had showed her that God had her babies in His arms and that God was protecting her children from what was to happen in her life. I am still amazed at what God can do and He will never cease to amaze me.
So back to my story. So I came home from the procedure and found my "boyfriend" no where to be found. A friend of mine was at the house and actually slept on the floor next to my bed that night because he did not want me to be alone. So ironic. So I began to spiral or unravel at that point. God so knew that if I was not lifted out of this situation soon that I would dig myself so far down into the abyss that only God could save me but that I may not have wanted to save myself. So I got a phone call from my family, who I had not spoken to in years, that I needed to come home. My mom's sister was coming to live with them and I needed to help.