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Julia
What the hell had I been thinking? I had known what I was walking into. I had known that Austin would relapse. It was only a matter of time.
But the argument, the nonchalance, the entitlement.
I could be there for him. I could bring him back to the light. I could even see him through therapy or rehab. But, right now, he didn’t even care. He immediately defaulted to the douche that I’d sworn I’d never get back together with. The kind of guy I’d never, ever date. Because I knew what it felt like to be used, to be manipulated and abused. I was not going to go through that again.
Maybe, when he sobered up, Austin would feel differently about his drinking and our argument. But how long until it all happened again?
It hurt that I’d trusted him. I’d finally confided in him. He knew
