Kara X Misery
Fed my own complexes nicely.
On Thanksgiving a client invited me over for dinner because I'm a perennial charity case of the emotional sort. Even though they said to arrive at 15:00 we still hadn't eaten by 17:45 despite the meal being catered and the irritation of this in conjunction with hearing from the following people that day: my one true ex, my troubled yet toxic sibling, and my last girlfriend, fueled a massive absinthe binge that ended in a blackout and likely skipped eating altogether based on how drunk I still was on Black Friday.
The next day both my client and their daughter separately contacted me to make sure I got home all right. My client assumed I was embarrassed about what happened and tried to tell me some tales out of school about people who were at the party as an act of #solidarity but I'm not at all embarrassed because in my early 20s I had a family Thanksgiving where I started drinking at 8 in the morning, ate all the rolls at the table to stave off vomiting, vomited in the bathroom during dinner anyway, then passed out at the dining room table with my hand in the gravy bowl.
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