Well well well. Where do I begin. What a big freaking ass-a-nine alcoholic I have been.Went to Las Vegas to win big money (lol). Instead I lost myself, I lost by BF and made my son so disapointed in me. And I really didnt think I was doing anything wrong except enjoying myself and playing the slots.Starts out like this, went with Al (BF) and his son/wife, and three other sets of friends and my son and his GF. We go down every year for the rodeo final. Thursday night was ok and we just stayed out later then usual and got up the next morning and went to breakfast. Left the dinner table for a few minutes to have a smoke and went into the back where they have games. Played at the bar on 25 cent machine and won $200. I was so proud of myself. After that we went to an expo called cowboy christmas and walked around for awhile and bought a couple things. Left there and went back to Hotel to get ready for Rodeo. Went down to the bar and started drinking white russians and playing black jack waiting for everyone to come down. We all piled into the autos and headed for the rodeo. Everyone had snuck in there poison of choice as the drinks are so expensive at the rodeo. Needless to say I got a bit drunk (like the rest) and when we got back to the hotel, instead of eating with the rest I went to the slots and played for quite along time. Al came over and was tired and went to bed. I continued to play and when I finally got back to the room it was 6am. Al was livid.. Acused me of being out fucking everything in sight etc etc etc. I just turned over and went to sleep.Next day woke up and ofcourse everyone had left me as I had slept in and so I got showered and went back to the bar to play and lose more money and ofcourse drink. I finally called my son and they came and got me and we went to another expo. Al ignored me the whole time and bought shirts for a girl named Erimie (she is a friend of ours) and for Milly, my sons girlfriend. Never bought me a freaking thing although I had bought him a ball cap the day before. We  went back to the hotel and got ready for another night at the rodeo. With Al being pissed at me, I went down to the bar and waited for Al and the rest and again blew money (my own). When they showed up they all bought pints of the evil spirits but I did not. When we got into the rodeo, Al had bought me a pint of Vodka and we mixed drinks at the rodeo until my pint was gone (I drank it myself) and without having anything to eat for quite sometime I was pretty waisted. Coming down the bleacher had a slight slip and cut my leg open, paramedics had to come check me out before they would let me leave etc etc etc. Left the rodeo, back to the casino. What does Y'Vonne do? Instead of eating I went right back to the 25cent slots and played until 5am. Woke up Sunday at noon and ofcourse everyone was gone so not feeling so hot I stayed in the room all day and night. Got up Monday morning and again Al is gone. I get cleaned up and decide to go down and find him. He was at the bar playing so I went to the other side and also played just watching him. As soon as I had come down, he got up and left, came down with the bags and called me a fucking #unt and told me to go get in the truck. I said he needed to calm down and talk to me for a minute and I would. He walked out to the truck and came back and by this time everyone at the bar were watching us. He said get off that stool you bitch or I will pull you off by the hair. Two girls setting at the bar were staring at him and he said, she isnt the angel she looks like, and by this time four security guards had come over so I decided rather then get him arrested I would leave with him.Nothing said until Tuesday morning except Al leaving for work and telling me to get all my shit out of his house, I was nothing but a whore and a slut and I would screw anything. And honestly I really felt like I hadnt did anything wrong except get drunk and gamble, by myself and that I really did not deserve all the hatred. Yes I should not have been drinking but how do you go to Vegas with all the others drinking and not drink? Now he wants my truck back that he bought me that I love and I have been about as sad and worthless as anyone can feel. Maybe I should have been cheating too. No that would be way to much grief for me to handle.. Well thats my story and Im sticking with it.. Been sober though...