I had to convince my trashed boyfriend at 7pm last night that it was Sunday and he had to work this morning. He yelled at me for 10 minutes that I was lying and it was Saturday...
Do you know how hard it is to convince a drunk what day it is? Let alone to try to encourage them to stop drinking and eat maybe? My day would have been beautiful if he could have left some of the drinks behind and spent a little more time and attention with me. This in turn would most likely have kept him from forgetting what fucking day it was. He has no idea how much these incidents break pieces of my heart...
Posted Sep 30, 2019 11:57 by anonymous
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