Okay. Having now read the OP’s first Q on Fluther, I take back my first reaction, and I apologize for that. Yeah, this is a real Q, even if oddly put.
I think (man, I sure hope) that the OP is intelligent enough to realize that the first two options she mentioned were slow, painful and deliberate forms of suicide. She can’t do those.
The guy who dumps you after your engagement, and then punches you when you travel to see him, well, he’s just wrong on too many levels. When you have worked through the pain of being dumped, the pain of being humiliated, and the pain of being betrayed and abused so flagrantly… someday (hopefully sooner, rather than later) you’ll realize what a good thing this has been for your life.
I know it doesn’t seem like that now, but believe me. I’ve been to that place. She married me, then one day she told me that she wanted to go to Cape Cod for the weekend. “But we don’t have the money for that!” I protested. “Oh, not us,” she said, “I got an invitation… to go with Bob.” That’ll take the wind out of your sails, kiddo. It did mine. To add further insult to that injury, while we were separated (from that weekend on until after our divorce) she moved in one floor beneath me in a two-family house… with Bob… because the muddle-headed landlord “felt sorry for her”. Let me tell you, she was a queen in my eyes until that point. I would have eaten ground glass for her. (I pretty much did that, after the separation.) And that was one of the best things that has ever happened to me. But it did take a long time, and a real marriage, to realize that.
So stay in Chicago, go to California, live in the jungle and build schoolhouses, or do anything else that suits you. But stay away from those guys; don’t visit your parents for more than a day or two. Live your life.
Tell us in thirty or forty years (those of us who are left) how it went. Give other kids hope and advice. There’s a life out there waiting for you, but it’s not in Spokane. Okay?