In my senior year of college, my friend was hosting a party at their house, celebrating graduation. Her parties were always fun, because her family was loaded, the house was ginormous and she always invited a ton of people to live it up. I decided to go of course, but my boyfriend really didn’t want to, and he got really mad at me because I said I was going. He even tried to make me feel guilty. He could be such a little bitch sometimes.
When I was at the party, my boyfriend kept texting me passive aggressive things until I reached the point where I couldn’t deal with it anymore; so I just shut my phone off. To help forget about I him I found my way to the bar and started drinking my way through my friend’s stash of Malibu.