Codeine & cider was a bit of a whacky combination. Not my smartest / safest moment.
So I was at this party last night and I’m at the age where loads of people have babies asleep in the next room but the parents don’t really care and are snorting fat lines of coke thinking they’re well cool.
I’m not a coke fiend and think out of all the narcotics it turns lovely people into arrogant, egotistical, angry nightmares, and I’m not even going to bother going into what i think of the whole baby thing, so I went home alone.
I woke up at 5am and my boy hasn’t bothered coming home again. This isn’t about me being controlling I’m glad he obvs had a good time surrounded by as much coke as he could shove up his nose. This is about me missing him and saddened that that stuff takes precedence over me.