Last night was a 'buffet' of liquor, ativan and klonopin. It started with 2 Michelob ultras, the main course of 2 very strong vodka and cranberry mixes...and 2 glasses of Chardonnay for desert.
After I have become fully satiated with alcohol, and my inhibitions melt away, I have no problem telling anyone exactly what I'm thinking. I've had a lot on my mind the past few days. I feel frustrated and panic stricken. And the new found *honesty* DT has shared with me has made me feel as though I have been discarded into the garbage like yesterday's coffee grounds. I am angry and hurt and the feelings are not cyclical ~ they are constant. Last night, in a string of drunken emails, expressed exactly how hurt and angry I was, and continue to be.
And some things are better left unsaid.