hi there,
i just wanted to tell this little story as it really made me realise what alcohol can do to wonderful lovely people...
saturday night i worked the late shift at work, i got home to find my boyfriend slumped on the kitchen floor - he'd been out on a stag do and had been drinking heavily all day. i woke him up as i figured he would wake up in agony if he slept all night on the cold hard floor. i roused him and i immediatley wished i hadn't - he was REALLY gone and he just started bawling and shouting calling me all the names under the sun (fat, bitch, stupid, ugly) i could see in his eyes he was just not my boyfriend any more he was in what i call "the black out phase" when you say and d othings that make no sense and that you dont mean. he rampaged round the kitchen banging and shouting (though he was never once violent towards me) and continued a torrent of abuse towards me - shouting "look at me i'm shelley" and was smashing up pots , he smashed the vase full of the roses he got me for valentines on the floor (this is the sort of behaviour i have displayed in the past so it was his way of having a go) the words he used were so nasty and he was a completey different person saying he hated me and to get out of the house. eventually he went upstairs to bed still shouting until he passed out and i went to sleep on the sofa.
wow - i was on the other side for once and it really, really hurt. now ive seen what it can be like for myself it makes me more determined. he does ot remember the incident and of course i have forgiven him for it, i'm not saying his behaviour was right and it was totally unacceptable. he has NEVER behaved like this before and is a wonderful loving boyfriend who i have been with for 5 years.
it made me realise what the evil drink can do to a person and its frightening
i just wanted to tell this little story as it really made me realise what alcohol can do to wonderful lovely people...
saturday night i worked the late shift at work, i got home to find my boyfriend slumped on the kitchen floor - he'd been out on a stag do and had been drinking heavily all day. i woke him up as i figured he would wake up in agony if he slept all night on the cold hard floor. i roused him and i immediatley wished i hadn't - he was REALLY gone and he just started bawling and shouting calling me all the names under the sun (fat, bitch, stupid, ugly) i could see in his eyes he was just not my boyfriend any more he was in what i call "the black out phase" when you say and d othings that make no sense and that you dont mean. he rampaged round the kitchen banging and shouting (though he was never once violent towards me) and continued a torrent of abuse towards me - shouting "look at me i'm shelley" and was smashing up pots , he smashed the vase full of the roses he got me for valentines on the floor (this is the sort of behaviour i have displayed in the past so it was his way of having a go) the words he used were so nasty and he was a completey different person saying he hated me and to get out of the house. eventually he went upstairs to bed still shouting until he passed out and i went to sleep on the sofa.
wow - i was on the other side for once and it really, really hurt. now ive seen what it can be like for myself it makes me more determined. he does ot remember the incident and of course i have forgiven him for it, i'm not saying his behaviour was right and it was totally unacceptable. he has NEVER behaved like this before and is a wonderful loving boyfriend who i have been with for 5 years.
it made me realise what the evil drink can do to a person and its frightening
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