Update: I ended up not going to the UK.
It's going to be a long story...but I'll condense it as much as possible. I tried to leave, and got as far as the airport. I was sitting there, waiting for my flight, all ready to go but then my uncle and a police officer came. They sat me down from my area and started talking to me. It was all pretty much a blur, and I was feeling upset. Eventually they took me back to my parents and I ended up going home.
I really can't remember a time I have been depressed in my life, but that's how I feel at the moment. I told my boyfriend all that has happened and he was pretty upset too, because he told his friends and family that I was going over there. I feel like an idiot for telling my friends and coworkers that I was going away for three weeks. Today, my boyfriend and I had a discussion about what happened last night. Eventually, we ended up deciding that it was best if he came over to the US to visit.
I do remember one thing that my uncle told me; he came up with an option for me and my boyfriend. My uncle said that he would like to talk to my boyfriend and would like to purchase a plane ticket, hotel, etc so that he can come to the US to visit me. I said I would think about it and talk it over with my boyfriend.
So far, my boyfriend agreed to talking to my uncle, but not at the moment because he feels just as upset as me. I can not sleep at all at the moment and feel as if I have to pour my feelings out there. I feel like I have failed the relationship in some way, but most of all, failed my boyfriend. He says that I should not blame myself, but I can not help doing that. I feel like I am going to regret this decision for a pretty long time, like I should have just got on that plane.
