Well, my first relationship of the year turned in to a bust. He wasn't over his ex and just recently got back together with her. It's whatever. I'm just gonna stay on the sidelines and see if she breaks his heart again. After the breakup, I went in to my usual after-breakup-depression state I usually do. I relapsed and cut myself and possibly drank more than normal. At least he explained why it had to happen, which is why it wasn't as bad of a depressive state as it was when Failbot did the same to me last year.
But enough about Josh. What about me. Eh?
Well, I'm in a new relationship that is going better than I could have ever imagined. He puts up with my shit, keeps an eye out on me, isn't tired of me after two weeks, and just... well, gets me. Of course I met him at work; it seems I only date people I work with.
About 4 weeks ago, I got alcohol poisoning for the first time in my 7 year long history with the stuff. I decided to do the unfathomable: Quit drinking. Since dating Michael (I know, I KNOW. It's either a David or a Michael), he's been able to show me how to have a wicked awesome time sober. It's not so bad. On the 24th (Six days before my daughter turns 8 [!!!!!!!]) I will be able to celebrate a month sober. Last time I was sober that long, Failbot passive-aggressively convinced me to stop drinking. This time I'm doing it of my own volition. I have a ton of support from friends and family, of which I can never be thankful enough. I've had a few new experiences as well.
3D dinosaurs. That is all.
All in all, I can say I'm doing relatively well, save for the fact that Abilify gives me fucking hiccups. Loud ones, especially at work.
No comments:
Post a Comment