I hadn't thought too much about that aspect of my life at that time until I just wrote it down... Drinking alcohol only amplifies your problems...
I was doing very well at my new job. I didn't call in sick when I wasn't, I was at work every single day, and I was making friends. Do you know how good that felt to know I was finally able to be respectable?
I was still hiding the fact that every now and again, I would get beat up by my boyfriend I lived with. Yes, he was the one who wouldn't work. Occasionally, his mom let him go with her to her cleaning appointments, and he would make a little bit of money. That was when we hardly had any food, and I think she felt sorry for us. (As I mentioned before, I really loved her a lot.)
I walked a mile to the grocery store and carried back many bags by myself when we needed groceries. Sometimes, I bought too much and didn't know how I would get home, so I called his mom. She lived nearby and was gracious enough to help me when I needed it.
My sister, who was a senior in high school, was engaged. She was getting married in June, exactly one month after graduation. I was her Maid of Honor. I know that must have been hard for her because of what my life was like at that time, but I was so glad she asked me to do it.
In the meantime, I asked Don about us getting married. We were still engaged, after all. And I had purchased my own rings (of course). He kept putting me off, and looking back, I wish I would have just said "Adios," but no....
We had a neighbor across the yard from us, and she was a nut case. Seriously. And she let Don use her phone to call his "friends." Of course, I didn't know this. However, at least three times a week, I stopped at the liquor store on the corner on the way home and picked up some Bacardi mixers and rum. When I got home, I would make strawberry dacquiri's and drink until I couldn't anymore. And I went to sleep.
I spent many weeks doing this until I got smart. What in the world am I doing???
I was trying to drown my sorrows. I had a lot of them. I had regrets, too. But drinking never made anything better.
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