Yeah, thinking about what they do when they are off on their bender is not the healthiest, but I’m guilty of constantly doing it.
Yeah, God forbid you ruin their good time. Because you’re the problem, not what they’re doing to make you feel that way. It’s wild how they can try to blame you for how they react to you being upset that they’re abusing. It makes no sense.
My partner went to get me McDonalds, came back with a drink that I eyed suspiciously and asked to have a sip. Super strong drink that he made from hiding booze in his car. But I’m not supposed to get upset about that apparently… I’ve FORCED him to hide it… Give me a break.
I can’t understand how I got to this point. You go into a relationship, fall in love, and then somehow you’re here. If fate exists, then I want to know what we did to deserve this cosmic prophecy.