this morning #1703.
this morning, the shock still hadn’t worn off. just when i thought that last night’s super bowl party was turning out fine, the night violently shook & tipped right over onto its side. i’d been on my best behavior for the whole game. remained in control of my faculties. made friends with her friends. engaging conversation. around the fourth quarter, i could tell that she’d reached her limit. sensed a turn. slurs in her speech. words shouted for no reason. a side of her i hadn’t seen. the host tried to give her water but she refused. grabbed more booze. bummed a smoke off a guy. stormed outside. i followed & tried to calm her. all i got was yelling. telling me off. i left her there. said my goodbyes. went home to wait for an apology.