he told me he had friends coming over. as they were on their way he told me they were bringing alcohol and planned on drinking. he promised me he would only have a little and was not going to get drunk. obviously, that didn’t happen. i sat and listened (VERY patiently i might add) to him cry for two hours, rubbed his back while he threw up the entire contents of his stomach, wiped his nose continuously, got him water and dabbed his face to keep him cool, and then made him a bed on the floor (after helping him brush his teeth)
now i’m sleeping alone. again. like every other night. except usually it’s because he’s at work. *sigh*
Anita is the best at being both a wonderful girlfriend and fantastic mommy-to-be.