I never really realized what a heavy drinker I was until I stopped drinking. My tolerance was unbelievably high. I surrounded myself with people that drink. Even my family drinks. I'm not saying they are alcoholics but alcohol is always a big part of family functions. I was always drinking- I'm not saying getting wasted but almost every night I was having at least a glass of wine.
My hangovers in the past 2 years have become unbearable. At the beginning of the year I decided I was done drinking for awhile. I went from Jan-April without drinking. I told myself that I was taking a "break" from alcohol but I would at some point drink again.
In April, my best guy friend came into town with a bunch of his friends for a Bachelor party. I met him at their hotel pool and had a beer. I went to dinner and had a glass of wine. I was buzzed because I had not drank in a few months.
I went home to get ready because they had a table at a club that night for the party. I went home for a few hours got ready and met them out. I felt sober at this point. I met the guys at the club. I had 2 beers. The next thing I remember is I am face down in the lawn of a resort in the city I live in a pool of my own vomit. I have peed all over myself. I don't have my panties on, my shoes on, or my purse. I can not lift my own head.
I spent the next I don't know how long in and out of consciousness. I kept trying to get up. The next thing I know some dude has come up to me and is saying something about Jesus and promising me he won't hurt me. I remember crying. He told me he would stay with me.
Next thing I know I woke up on my couch. I had an extra set of keys hidden outside that were now inside. I kind of remember using them- there are some other blurry details that I remember but don't really make sense.
My period was 10 days late this month. I spend everyday in agony thinking I was pregnant. I talked to my best guy friend. No, I don't think he had anything to do with it (we have been friends for 10 years). I am mad at him though- even though I shouldn't be. I talked to him the next day and explained what happened. I haven't answered any of his calls since than though.
I've been depressed since than though things are getting better.
The point of this long story is that had I just not drank like I promised myself, none of this would have happened.

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