What it was like
About fifteen years ago my boyfriend told me one reason he was attracted to me because I was able to puke after drinking too much without making a scene. I would go off quietly, throw up, clean up, and return to the party as if nothing had happened. He admired the quality, and I was proud of it.
I moved across the country to be with him and he paid my bills for two years.
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Labels: alcoholism, self-respect
