From the Pen of L
A few months ago I was diagnosed with an auto immune disease and it has left me feeling low but the meds seem to be holding back the symptoms although it can't be fixed, just managed. My libido has plummeted and although G is being very supportive I can see when he is struggling to say things are okay and that sex doesn't matter - a hard on is a give away!
A few nights ago I'd been out for a drink after work with some of the girls as one of them was leaving so I had to force myself to attend. I had 1 glass of wine as although I shouldn't drink with the meds the doctor said that anything that makes me feel happy would be fine, in moderation...
Moderation went out of the window quite quickly, think I just needed to let go after months of doctors, tests, delays, etc. There was dancing and laughing and shots, a few guys tried to dance with us but it was a girls night so even the single ladies went home alone.
I was last from the taxi and when the cold air hit me I thought I'd feel a bit more sober but there was a horrible smell and I just felt like I was going to be sick. I ran to the door and managed to get in, then straight into the bathroom, luckily it is next to the front door. In no time at all I was on my hands on knees being very sick and feeling the usual degree of regret for having too much to drink.
Then I heard a noise behind me, it was G coming out of our room. I presumed he was just coming to check on me which I really didn't want as I wasn't feeling great of course and didn't want to have to admit to how much I had drunk.
I was over the toilet and he stood over me and gathered up my hair to hold it away from my face. That was much better as I could now hold on to the toilet with both hands and hope for death to come quickly.