Down the Drain

by Julia Fox

As we emerge from the pandemic, so does Andrew’s drinking, which luckily had been dormant due to all the bars being closed for so long. But now that things are starting to open up again, his old habits have resurfaced.

I remember the time he called me “a fucking cunt” while holding Valentino in his arms or the time he called me “a fucking idiot” with Valentino when I opened his car door and lightly tapped the metal pole on the sidewalk. He is never going to stop being abusive, and the worst part is he doesn’t even recognize his actions as abuse.