Originally Posted by Alphabet

... and we all know what that leads to.

Last night, at his wits end, my boyfriend had his parents come over to look after me and ensure I stopped drinking. Which, angrily, I did. I was enraged that he yet again brought his parents into the equation. It's none if their business, how dare he! I went to bed early, leaving them on the couch downstairs, believing that their son is dating the scum of the earth.

I was wrong.

While my boyfriend goes on tour, they want me to live with them. LIVE with them. They want to make sure I'm ok, and they know that this crypt of a house is a trigger for me. I thought they completely write me off after seeing me so drunk last night. Turns out, they think bf would "be a fool to let such a wonderful girl succumb to her demons".

Not everyone is bad, or mean, or spiteful. I'm so very greatful for these people, even moreso now.