I was excited to spend time with my mother but kind of happy
that she had to go back to work, I was anxious to see my Roommate and talk to
all the friends who showed extreme concern.
When I got home there was my roommate Marcy sitting on the porch with a
few other people. I had a tone of stuff to bring in the house and once it was
all in I hugged my mother and I sat to talk to my roommate.
I told her of a few stories and she told me what she had gone
through. My mother had told her that I was coming home and Marcy planned
accordingly. There was a card for me and as she was leaving the next day for a
vacation. We had a few people come over that night. My straight boyfriend had
bought me a cookie the day I was 302ed to cheer me up and of course I had to
explain to all my roommates and friends what exactly happened that day.
I had to keep my drinking to a minimum as I was officially
on an anti-depressant but I had a blast. Soon it was bed time and things took a
turn for the worse. I had invited a friend over and we ended up sleeping
together. This started a long chain of promiscuous behavior for me. I remember calling Stacy and Bella and the
first thing Stacy asked was if I got laid and I told her I did. We laughed and
then talked about who was still there and was not.
I took the rest of the week off from work so I could get
adjusted and take care of things. The next day I awoke to find Marcy gone as
expected. I was home alone to do nothing but think. The amount of support shown
for what I went through was astounding. I was so touched that I was still on
cloud nine. There was just one major thing missing, my so called best friends.
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