Well last night me and my boyfriend went out for festive drinks with a few friends, i always know when i've had enough but my boyfriend doesn't know when to stop. Anyway i could see he was starting to look a bit pale and i started to panic, he said he wanted to go home and as there was not really many people left out at that time of night i had no option but to go home too, knowing fine well what was going to happen next. I think he had to stop about 5 times walking home to be sick i just carried on walking and humming to myself so i couldn't hear that dreadful noise, but then without fail i started shaking and feeling hot. When we got home he wanted to straight to bed but i had to sleep on the sofa couldn't be anywhere near him just in case he wasn't finished spilling his gut's. He got a bit annoyed with me for sleeping on the sofa and i tried to explain to him but he just took the huff and went to bed in a bad mood. I think i eventually calmed down by about 8am and managed to close my eyes and get some sleep, but everytime the coughed or sniff even asnore that was me back to square one a nervous wreck again.


AWHHHHHHHH i hate being like this why can't i just be ok with it.[img]smileys/smilies_11.gif[/img]