I was his date to his sister’s wedding. That night he danced with other women, got drunk in front of his family (whom he forgot to introduce me to) and by the end forgot that I was his date. He called the next morning apologizing for not saying good-bye. He had in fact said good-bye, but was too drunk to remember it.

— happier now

Aftermath: We broke up on Valentine’s Day after he was late picking me up because he took a long nap after going hashing (running and drinking) that morning. I finally had enough and knew I deserved better.

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