Alice:
He absolutely has.
This isn’t a starting point.
Me:
I got aggressive today, and he shrunk into himself until he got extra drunk.
Alice:
You need to stay sober around him.
Alcohol can help you cope, but it won’t help you run.
I fill her in on Timmy’s antics on the way home from the beach.
Alice:
Was there an active risk of his head coming off? Serious question.
Or did you panic?
Me:
He was literally trying to grab the radio antenna.
And he was grabbing at me while I was driving on a busy freeway.
Alice:
And that’s going to get you killed, to be very blunt.
Me:
He’s bringing out a dark side of me that I don’t like. I am a very nice person.
Alice:
You sink to his level, he goes lower, you go lower, until you’re at the bottom of your own grave wondering how it all went this way.
I sigh.She’s right.
Me:
I know. Halsey has a song about it.
She says the warning signs can feel like butterflies.
Alice:
Nervousness and excitement feel the same.
Me:
Yep. Good and bad anxious is all anxious.
Anyway, I hear you and I appreciate you. I just tried to lie down, and it hurt too much, so I’m propped up on a sex wedge.