“Do you want to talk about what happened last night? Because I hated seeing you that way. You weren’t yourself. It really scared me when I was on the phone with you.” “I’m fine.” “You were plastered. You drank yourself to sleep outside on the patio, and there are empty bottles across the entire house.” “It’s not fun finding someone that way, huh?” I feel like a jerk as soon as the words are out.
Eh he deserves it
