I couldn’t bear to watch him with someone else. I completely understood it was my own fault. But that should’ve been me laughing and joking with him, and looking forward to spending our evening together. But I had to break up with him because my self-preservation took over, and the risk of heartbreak was too prominent. Though it was breaking, right now, and I was at my most vulnerable.
I couldn’t take any more of this, nor did I want to, without some sort of alcoholic beverage. Yes, I had my car with me, but I was sure that my parents would welcome me home, and I could go home with them, and my car would still be there in the morning to pick up.
I walked over to the bar and ordered a drink. As soon as the bartender placed it in front of me, I grabbed the glass and took a swig. I paid and
