This has been the longest week ever, Hannah! August 6 to August 19?! Vacation run longer than planned?!
July 25th Drew and I had it all... We had the beach, a house to ourselves and the summer. It was all we needed. Just me, him and time. Drew's eyes would wander like every guy's eyes did. It didn't bother me because I knew I was the one he wanted, he needed. And soon we just fell into this motion, the everlasting motion of me and him together as one. And everything was amazing, perfect in fact so of course something had to go wrong, and it did. 〰〰〰 July 28th Kids started coming back from their summer vacations and parties started coming up everywhere. I of course wasn't too into the party scene but I knew Drew was dying to go. He'd get an invite, think of me and decline, it was killing me that I was making him miss out on the time of his life. *Knock knock* Drew answered the door. "Hey Drew!" Some peppy girl said very, very loudly. "We're having our summer party! This years gonna be better than last, you should come!" Drew turned around and looked at me. "Sorry girls I do-" I grabbed his shoulder and moved him back a little. "He would love to go, can I have a flyer?" I smiled. She did a little hop and giggled like a doll. "Sure! See you guys there!" She handed me a flyer and ran off. "Babe I don't want to go if you're not gonna be there." He held my hand unhappy. "Sweetie, I want you to go, I'll be fine I promise just make sure you're home at a good time, okay?" I smiled and kissed him. "You're the best baby." He kissed me back and squeezed me tightly. A few hours later he headed off to the party excited and ready. He came back before I expected, sober and happy. "Did you have a good time?" I wrapped my arms around his neck while on my tippy toes. "I had a great time, would've been better either you there though." He kissed me and smiled. "I know..." I let go of him and stood flat footed. "I just..." "Baby I know and it's okay, I'd rather you not go and be happy rather than you go and be miserable." He hugged me tightly and headed up the stairs. 〰〰 Soon after the partying got more and more frequent as he started to come home later and later with more drinks in his system. It soon got to the point that I'd just stop waiting up for him and about 3AM he'd stumble into the room and climb into bed smelling like beer and sweat. The drinking got worse, I'd wake up and he'd be downstairs stirring something into his orange juice. I got scared, he wasn't himself when he was drunk, he was fun yet angry and anything could set him off. One night he came home with broken knuckles because he broke a kids nose and hand. I didn't know what to do, I could no longer control him... Our paradise slowly slipped away.