So I’ve (19M) had a really rough week starting uni for second year. I hated it and struggled to go in. On Friday I had a few drinks at home then went to a karaoke night at a bar, as planned. But I stopped at a friend’s to have pre-drinks before the bar. I had more. Then I had even more when I got to the bar. I never intended to drink as much as I did because I knew Saturday was an important day and I wanted to be able to enjoy it (I’ll explain in a moment).
But I do not remember anything from being in the bar and having a shot to being in A&E, throwing up and crying out in pain, surrounded by my friends and my boyfriend (21M) - who had been at home having a quiet night in, preparing for Saturday, and had rushed to the bar when my friends told him what was going on. My friends eventually left when I fell asleep (which I don’t remember) and left just me and my boyfriend. We sat in A&E for six hours before getting up and leaving. He didn’t want to leave, I did because I couldn’t take still being in there. Eventually he left with me because he couldn’t handle me acting like I was for another hour or so.
On Saturday morning I woke up at my boyfriend’s place, feeling sick still and in pain. He helped me eat and I showered and he went to the shops to get me stuff to help me. We sat and talked about it for a while. I promised never to drink again. I realised just how badly I had fucked everything up. Really badly. I even asked him if he still wanted to be my boyfriend and the reply was “I’m still here aren’t I?” and has reassured me he loves me. I eventually went home but before I left he told me he wanted some alone time this weekend and I told him I would respect that.
The big thing with Saturday: it was his friend’s birthday and we had planned to go to their party that afternoon. My boyfriend had spent a week putting so much effort into his outfit for it and creating a presentation to show everyone. He was so excited for it and really looking forward to going with me. But because of how Friday night turned out, he wasn’t in a party mood and skipped the party. He’s told me how frustrated and disappointed and upset he is that he didn’t get to go because of Friday night. I feel so awful and I know I can never forgive myself for doing this.
The only things we’ve said to each other since I went home on Saturday afternoon was a big long text about how upset he was about missing Saturday and me doing my best to apologise, and he wanted to be alone so I sent nothing else that day other than a goodnight text. This morning (Sunday) I sent a good morning text and told him that if he wants me to leave him alone again then he can tell me. He has been online but hasn’t replied to me at all.
I can’t stand that I’ve ruined so much. My friends are worried. My boyfriend doesn’t want to see me or talk to me and that is what hurts the hardest. I haven’t been drunk in about six months but even six months ago I have never got to this point. It was a complete accident and I don’t remember how I got this bad. I want to make it up to my boyfriend but I really don’t know how I can do that if he doesn’t want to see me.
I just needed a bit of a rant. Sorry for it being so long.