Buckle up bitches cause this is a doozy (and a lil gross)

I’m 21 and I live with my parents (although my bf and i have already applied for an apartment and are on the verge of moving in together🤞)

Saturday night my parents came home at 1 in the morning from the bar. I work for a job that requires me to work early on the weekends, i’m aware that I’m living under my parents roof (although i help pitch in for most of the bills) it is still THEIR house and I try to let them do whatever they want to do. So even though they were playing loud music and screaming karaoke and I had to be up at 7 AM the next day, I just put in earplugs and tried to ignore it and let them have their fun.

However things went down the toilet pretty quick as about 3 AM my parents start fighting. And I don’t mean just drunk yelling at each other they are throwing things at each other breaking things. In the middle of it is my brother with Aspergers knocking at my door frantically.

All night i was up separating them, preventing them from killing eachother and of course holding my mothers hair. My parents don’t drink often but whenever they do they just go hard and it’s very rare that they drunken fight (in fact the last time they did i was in high school).

things calmed down a little bit and my brother left to my other brothers house for refuge.

I remember laying in bed finally and looking at my clock on my phone and seeing it was five minutes till my alarm to get up and take a shower and go to work. Me not wanting to be there anymore and knowing my brother left made me decide to go to work anyway.

However upon going to work I pulled into the parking lot and got a call from my brother and just lost it. I thought to myself I just let out a few tears cry it off then get myself together and slay the day. But no. Once I started I couldn’t stop I called in at work from the parking lot and could barley even speak. it had been a rough month and that was pretty much a grand finale plus the combination of sleep deprivation.

Considering I had never really called in before despite being there for so many years and I was employee of the month that very month I didn’t really get too much trouble for it.

Not wanting to go home I called my boyfriend and asked him if I could stay at his house at 8 AM in the morning despite the fact that he works the graveyard shifts.

I went to his house a complete mess mascara running, snot crusted on my cheeks the full Kardashian cry.

He held me for hours and rubbed my back to help me sleep. He looked exhausted and I felt terrible and he kept telling me that it was OK and that my happiness was his happiness.

I fell asleep for like a good two hours and my boyfriend told me he had to go to this meeting it was about 5 and he said let me get you some make up or a wipe so you can freshen up and I’ll take you to a nice dinner.

My wonderful boyfriend went to Ulta alone and got me a brand new pair of eyelashes some mascara and some eyeliner and a new highlight (of course I had to send him pictures and he had ask the ladies while he was there).

No the story doesn’t in there.

So I get carsick really easy. And my favorite restaurant requires us to go down an old Windee road. Usually this is OK however because of the fact that I was crying all morning I was also too distressed to eat or drink anything so I was also severely dehydrated.

The restaurant ended up being closed. So we had to drive all the way back into the next city to go to another place which made things worse.

I was about 6 o’clock and I was shaking and my vision was blurry and I kept telling my boyfriend to pull over and I was dry heaving out the side.

my boyfriend kept saying things will get better once I eat something so he went to the nearest restaurant he could find.

So we sit down in one of those long booths with tiny tables where you’re kind of alone but you’re kind of not and it’s awkward. I took two bites of rice and just completely Exorcist style vomited all over myself and my boyfriend and the people next to us on both sides

my vision went black after vomiting a couple more times and all I could feel was my boyfriends hand on my back. When I came to and I was covered in vomit and the staff was completely covering me in paper towels and my boyfriend was on the phone with my mom asking if he should call 911 or take me to the nearest hospital. (Considering ambulances $3000 ) my brand new eyelashes are on the table soaked in vomit and my beautiful new look is ruined.

My boyfriend (who is not that much bigger than me I’m very tall and thicc as heck) legit CARRIES me out of the restaurant covered in vomit!

Once I came to in his car and things calm down after I kept sipping on water the restaurant gave us, I told him he didn’t have to take me to the hospital or even call 911 I said I wanted to just go home and relax. (Things have also finally calm down at my home)

He takes me home and takes off my clothes (non sexual obviously) and allows me to rinse myself off as he gets me some Pedialyte and some soup. He even put my clothes in the laundry and after I showered he cleaned my bathtub and ran me a bath just to relax.

We didn’t talk much but for the rest of the night he just held me and kept telling me how everything was OK now and I can relax.

And despite completely vomiting all over him, for some odd reason he still found me attractive and kept telling me how beautiful I was with my hair wet. At one point he even said “you know if you want me to reaaally make you feel good I’m totally down but no pressure if you still feel gross or just dont want to”

It was by far the worst day of my life but the biggest take away from that day was realizing how much I can really depend on him and how wonderful he really is💕 i think he’s one ladies