I was at a family party last night and had too much to drink. I wasn't sloppy, I didn't get sick, but I realized this morning that I was missing 90% of the ride home (no worries, I wasn't the driver). I am a person that has a drink once every twoish weeks so for this to happen is huge, in a very bad way. I am embarrassed, ashamed, disgusted, depressed and I am beating myself up. Part of me wants to tell my family, but I can't bring myself to admit out loud that it happened. I am totally aware that this is in no way a good thing, but am I blowing this way out of porportion?
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