Broken promise

I can’t stand breaking a promise, nor can I stand someone else breaking a promise! It just doesn’t feel right, that’s why I didn’t promise anyone that I wouldn’t kill myself because I’d break the promise and that’s one of the last things I’d ever want to do…
I was brought up with my mom always telling me “don’t break a promise, it’s worse than breaking a bone” I know it sounds silly in English but in Norwegian it rhymes.
That’s why I can’t break a promise. It’d just hurt someone else, and hurting someone else… I just can’t bring myself to do it, not even if I hate the rest with my whole being! And my dad always told me “hate is a strong word, only use it when it’s completely true and if it’s not then you say you dont like it but you don’t hate it either. That’s one way to get around it.” And the only thing he hates is anyone who hurts his favourite daughter (which is me and I know that cause he told me in his riddle way). I started writing this because a promise was broken to me… And I can’t stand it.
But I’d rather have someone break a promise to me than be miserable because of this promise.