I don’t know why, but I am feeling like someone is carrying me in his arms. It’s quite comfortable. The arms are so warm and nice that I don’t want this person to let go of me. Then that person kept me on some soft mattress.
God, I seriously don’t want to open my eyes right now, but I want to go to the washroom as I am feeling like puking. Now, I understand why my mom was always against drinking. I swear that this is the last time that I touched have touched something like that. If not for that so-called husband of mine then I wouldn’t have to drink the alcohol in the first place.
But the thing which I was not able to understand is why he asked me to drink the alcohol before meeting my mother. That man is seriously unpredictable and I really can’t figure him out. Now I understand wh
