Sarah G
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Every New Year's Eve, I am plagued by flashbacks of horrible Dec 31s.
Everything negative just seems so much more poignant to me on this date. I barely remember the ones that were just pleasant.
Anyone else have this? Tell me your most horrible Dec 31.
2010 was especially horrid. I was self-medicating my social anxiety with alcohol from about lunch time onwards even though the party I was being forced to attend wasn't until the evening. My husband was also hitting the rum way too early (we were active alcoholics at that time). I started being pissy about getting ready (because I didn't want to go to the party) and had a fight with my husband. I stormed off with my bag but no keys or phone and stood at the bus stop planning to get a bus to the airport (lol). The buses don't ride on NYE. I bummed around the neighbourhood freezing to death for a few hours before eventually going back to the house but my husband had gone to the party. After hours and hours of me freezing in the front garden he came back and let me into the house but then he went back to the party (and was pissed that I wouldn't go with him). As it was a family party (his family) everyone knew we had fought and that I am a mentally unstable drama queen (when I drink alcohol at least).
Everything negative just seems so much more poignant to me on this date. I barely remember the ones that were just pleasant.
Anyone else have this? Tell me your most horrible Dec 31.
2010 was especially horrid. I was self-medicating my social anxiety with alcohol from about lunch time onwards even though the party I was being forced to attend wasn't until the evening. My husband was also hitting the rum way too early (we were active alcoholics at that time). I started being pissy about getting ready (because I didn't want to go to the party) and had a fight with my husband. I stormed off with my bag but no keys or phone and stood at the bus stop planning to get a bus to the airport (lol). The buses don't ride on NYE. I bummed around the neighbourhood freezing to death for a few hours before eventually going back to the house but my husband had gone to the party. After hours and hours of me freezing in the front garden he came back and let me into the house but then he went back to the party (and was pissed that I wouldn't go with him). As it was a family party (his family) everyone knew we had fought and that I am a mentally unstable drama queen (when I drink alcohol at least).