I use to go out with this wonderful girl, she has fairly dark past and was previously engaged to some abusive asshole. She broke up with me at the end of last year because I was wanting to spend time with her and she ended up feeling I was too needy also she said she didn’t know what she wanted in life right now. After she broke up with me we both went through a dark spot of a lot of drinking, eventually we decided it would be nice to see each other again. We became very close friends again and it was regular for us to sleep together once, sometimes more a week. However that’s all she wanted, to be friends with benefits. I tried to talk her into starting a relationship again and it felt like we were getting closer and closer to that becoming a reality (By this point I was thinking for awhile that I needed to give her an ultimatum, that I cannot “Just be friends” with her). Last weekend I met her cousin for the first time, he just recently lost his wife by her getting hit by a car. I spent the whole weekend with Her and we seemed to be having a fantastic time, then we went to the beach with her cousin, we were all drinking and having a blast, eventually we went back to her house. I continued drinking while they did other stuff and then it got late, she went up to her room and I followed, when getting there she told me she didn’t want me to sleep with her tonight, this shattered my heart, it wasn’t that I needed to sleep with her it just felt like to me this was her way of saying we’re not going to be together. I went downstairs again and her cousin was walking out of the bathroom, I already had tears in my eyes and Jack Daniels in my hand, I held it up high and chugged a good portion of the bottle then confessed my love for her to her cousin for a fair amount of time. I woke up the next morning realizing that I made a fool out of myself, I drove home. Later in the day I sent her a message saying I was so incredibly sorry. She sent me back a message that I was out of line and we couldn’t be friends anymore, that I should of never complained about my problems to someone who has just lost their wife… She told me I drank too much and I need to be careful. As I said, I only drink on the weekends now, it use to be a lot worse but I will admit it sometimes turns from one to two to floor.
So here I am now. I am a fuck up. I don’t believe I have a serious drinking problem but I did give all my booze away to a friend yesterday in the attempt to stop. I’d like to think that I’m a good person but why did I do everything that I did? Why did I lose the person I care so incredibly much about…