So...
I came home at 11 they all stayed out (hubby too, we had planned it like that).
Well, one got in a fight with another's boyfriend. Another one threw up at the bar. They were all slurring at the end.
Hearing all this completely validates my belief. How is that celebrating? Now they feel horrible inside and out. I get it, I used to be that person but at what point does that stop? It never does does for some and I'm so glad it did for me.
I left at the right time. I didn't want to be there for the debotchery at the end of the night. One husband left his wife behind, not safe. She was drunk... I don't like that either but I know he isn't his babysitter... I don't know. This is very eye opening and I'm not liking what I see.