I feel like I was ran over by a train. Not hung over, but sore from dancing. My body isn't used to moving in those directions.
I have to put ice in my wine. All of it. I would puke if it were less than fridge temp.
L, I hope that your ppd is going away and you'll get that serenity back.
Last night was great until the end. I went outside to smoke and was talking to this kid (21). I was really feeling good and I don't remember a lot of it, but he was telling me I was a milf basically and I was laughing at him. I remember telling him he was my daughter's age and saying something about my husband...who came out the door at that moment. I'm ashamed to say that my husband attacked the poor kid and it got to be a cluster-f--k really fast. My brother came out and saw my husband fighting with a few guys and he had to jump in even though the bouncers almost had it broken up. I was so humiliated. Talk about a buzz kill. Rich was mad because I'd left him to go dance and didn't show up for an hour and a half, and then when he found me he saw another man's arm around me. My argument is that he knows I love to dance-I always have. I blame it on being raised by a bass player that was always active in a band and always took me along. And drunk people often talk with their arms around each other. I didn't feel threatened in the least. We were outside in a group of people just having a good time. I'm sure all our problems recently contributed to Rich's rage. Plus, he drank for the first time in months. He cannot drink but I'm not going to tell him what to do. Anyway, we've been out before and he knows once I start dancing I don't stop for hours. This was nothing new.
For me, he pretty much undid all the progress I felt we made in the last week or two. We had a really great time up until the last 10-15 minutes and unfortunately that's gonna be what I remember the most from the whole night.