Went through hell at the end of last year.
I got pulled over for drinking and driving, but when I blew into the breathalyzer I was under the legal limit.
I got pregnant, freaked out emotionally. I would silently scream at the thing growing inside me telling it to go away, that it wasn't wanted, that neither the dad and I wanted it, so to get out of me.
I was also raped... that was no fun and it was horrible.
I had a miscarriage. I blame myself for the miscarriage because I feel if I would have been more accepting it would not have died. but oh well. Life goes on.
This year has been alright.
I'm drinking a lot more...
so now my friend keeps my alcohol at his place so he can keep an eye on my drinking.
I'm not a fan of my APRN (Med Nurse/Dr.) because I don't feel like she truly listens... but I'm also scared of change.
