And let me tell you, the whole 'meet your boyfriend for the first time thing' ended up being worse than my parents and I had EVER imagined. The last 3-4 days there I went from: sleeping in the apartment, staying a night in a homeless shelter because I was kicked out and had nowhere to go, to the local hospital because I had a mental breakdown due to having had 1 hour of sleep in the past 36, not having my meds, having walked 2-3 miles before I was finally brought there, and all the stress of the reason why I was kicked out, to being in a psych ward, then discharged so I could fly back up to Minnesota.
Oh, and I had a police escort to the apartment to get all my stuff back because I didn't feel safe going there alone, and what should've been a 3 1/2 hour flight ended up being about 7 due to having to go to Fargo ND to refuel and wait for a spot on the runway, then having to make two approaches before landing. We also free-fell twice during the approaches, the first being about 1 second, and the second being about 3-4...and this literally was like 3 seconds of dropping straight down. Let's just say that I will be happy to never hear or see Neil or his bitchy, arrogant, and hypocritical flamboyant gay roommate Andy.

The good news is that I'm back, and I'm doing far better than I ever expected to be.
Trust me, I'm REALLY HAPPY TO BE BACK...I MISSED ALL OF YOU! (except for 2 that I don't like but won't name) x3