After my beloved the Alcoholic disappeared from my life, I have started rebuilding my self-confidence and my life. Slowly.
I am more friendly, nicer to co-workers and bosses, and all that. My mood swing is better.
And then, he gets back in touch.
Seeing that cheeky face with that familiar cheeky smile with no signs of remorse on Skype was a pretty dumb idea, as it resulted in me getting angry (again), upset (again), sad (again), and then me getting drunk (good excuse actually) and taking three tables of sleeping pill and antidepressant.
And then, I realised I hadn't had dinner.
Shit.
So, I passed out pretty much right away and got sick a few hours later. And a few hours later.
Well, at least, I eventually woke up today.
