After nearly 15 years of dating, fucking and loving alcoholics, this is what I’ve come to know about the subject: • Alcoholics believe they are the biggest piece of shit that the world revolves around. I know that while dating them, losing fights with them, and being heartbroken by them, and in the midst of that hole dug so deep and so dark and filled with so much sorrow I would say “no.” But, once the light shines in, our memories cloud.
But after a few months, you end up seeing other sides of each other. That’s a good sign at least, but there’s still plenty you don’t know about him.
You don’t know what triggers his drinking or what his follow-through is like in general.
He convinced me I was special and different and I was so desperate to get out of my house, that I shacked up with him and his mother in a two-bedroom apartment in Canoga Park.
I was a drug addict and I had recently lost my virginity with him. • It’s not always obvious straightaway that you’re dating a drinker.
Unfortunately, as with many addictions, not all recovery attempts have a happy ending attached.