So after a hard day of sick, malnutrition and crazy patients I needed a drink. The Ex is driving me home asking me what I am doing for the game, maybe I want to have a drink, just 1, please. Again I cave, ok, 1 won't hurt. 5 drinks later we order food, 7 drinks later we wind up walking from the bar to his place because it's closer than mine and neither one of us need to drive.
When I get to his place, it hits me, pictures are gone from the wall, little things of ours are pushed to the side. Too much for me, especially on today. It's understandable I know, I have done the same, but it catches you off guard. So I want to call a cab, please stay just sleep he says. You seeing a pattern yet? Of course you do, I think my readers are smarter than me, but here goes; I cave. Ok. I stay and this morning at 5:20 we get ready to leave (he has work at 6) I am putting on my shoes by the washer/dryer in the his basement apartment and someone walks up behind me. Horror of horrors, it's his mom. I can't even do the walk of shame properly. She smiles "Hey! How are you?" I choked out a "Fine. Good. Yeah. You?"
This people is why you do not date someone who lives in their parents basement. Parents always have a key.
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You are postponing your healing. Isn't it hilarious we always tell ourselves what we want to hear.
ReplyDeleteDid you know alcohol puts weight on big time for some and especially for some.