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it was like he couldn't just sit still and relax with me.
Towards the end of the night he would be very drunk and passing out in front of the fire. My attempts to get him to bed would be met with resistance and I would end up going to sleep alone for most of the night. On the ride home he would pass out almost as soon as we started to go (I always drove, no license) and I would ride home in silence.
These two things! Those were my weekends with xabf.
We would go to his parentsīcabin in the woods, it sounds so wonderful on paper but then it was just like you described... and also with me doing all the dishes and him hitting the (very friendly and old) dogs with a stick. And then me calling and hugging the dogs to protect them from him... so, so sad.
I only got a few hours sleep so I always came home very (greenish) pale and feeling like cr*p.