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Loading ...Wayyyy overboard
I made the mistake of going out with a guy who loved to party. We met online and I loved how wild and carefree he was. When we first started dating, we’d go out to bars and clubs together all the time, sometimes with his friends or mine and sometimes just the two of us. It was a lot of fun in those days—you know how it is at the beginning of a relationship—he was so exciting and I had a great time with him.
But those times never last forever. After a few months into the relationship, I started suggesting we do other activities together—like going to a movie or staying in together. But very time we started to make plans to go to a movie or something, we’d somehow end up at a bar again. He was still going as hard as in the early days, and the more I thought about the future, the less I saw him in it.
Any time I brought up Steve’s drinking with him, he’d say that this was who he was when I met him, and what did I expect? Plus, he called me a hypocrite because I like to indulge in a little pot every now and again, but just because I didn’t drink as much as him suddenly he was the bad guy. I mean, I don’t think smoking pot once in awhile is a big deal at all, because it’s not like it takes over my life. And I’m not against the occasional drink, which I of course indulge in, as well. But Steve never wanted to do anything but drink!
It was a tough decision to make—deal with Steve’s hard-partying ways for the rest of our days, or start all over again with someone new (and finding a new relationship as good as your last is not always a guarantee). But I said so long to Steve and have since been back on the market.