It really bums my boyfriend out when I come home drunk. To the point that last night he chose to sleep on the floor rather than be next to me. I had planned on rationing myself out just two drinks and being done with it but so many other girls had bottles with them in the dressing room that I ended up smashed before 2:00am.
I'm not going to go to AA because I don't want to give myself over to a higher power and stay "in recovery" for the rest of my life. I just need to learn the importance of moderation when it really matters the most. Earlier that day he had brought me flowers to quell the bad feelings swirling around caused by an argument. So it was like a slap in the face for him because he had been asking for my forgiveness. AHHHHH!! How did I get so weak? I just really REALLY can't face the customers sometimes without getting all liqoured up. I don't do anything wrong- I just become a whole helluva lot nicer person. It seems like there must be a better way...



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