The Day It Was Over For Us — A Drunkard Boyfriend

It’s another weekend. Another weekend for you to get drunk.

I just feel like things are no longer the same between us. Was it the day I went out to the bar with my coworkers and it triggered you?

There’s a barrier between us. Tip toes on eggshells and a line we’re trying to not cross.

I don’t feel comfortable sharing things with you. It feels forced and you seem annoyed with every word that comes out of my mouth, irritated that I don’t spend enough “fun” time with you. You’re angry when I don’t want to drink with you.

It’s your fourth time getting wasted and somehow I’m still back here to take care of you. At 1am, you drunk call me saying you’re barely getting home and throwing up in front of the toilet. I’ve been working at the boba shop since 10am and barely got home at 11:30pm but still manage to come visit and take care of you instead of sleeping. I stayed awake for the next 3 hours hearing you snore and contemplating if coming was the right choice. If being with you was the right choice.

Words start spilling out of your mouth. “I feel like you don’t like me anymore?”

It’s exhausting. Work is exhausting and I don’t need this relationship to become a burden. Taking care of you physically and emotionally.