Reading stories of other people's Thanksgiving horror stories involving drunks made me feel a little better. Their stories were worse than mine, other than me being less than one month into grief. They were humiliated and abused in front of their entire family. Nobody knows my pain. I think it's easier that way. And, I'm not married to the guy. And I never will be. And I aborted the fetus that would have trapped me with him. Dodged a bullet! I am extremely grateful for that abortion.
I also avoided the many, many, many obsessive, pushy attempts of the other now dead alcoholic to be in a relationship. Hell no?
My alcoholic managed a whole three weeks of being sober after my loss. Three weeks after an alcoholic DIED from alcoholism... Meh. I lost a person and managed a whole three weeks of being outwardly pleasant despite my grief. He didn't lose anything. He was mad that his boss went on vacation, even though he had the day off anyway. That's why he ignored me after sex and surprise-abandoned me on thanksgiving after promising me the world. Understandable. He must be hurting so much! Poor guy will never get sex out of me again.
6:20 p.m. - 2022-11-25