Or if we did go out, I'd be worrying the whole time he would drink too much and act like an ass
exactly... . one of the reasons I am now hesitating to go out and meet up with the people I used to see before is because allready during my r/s with my BP we gradually stopped going out: I didn't feel welcome with his group of "friends" and he hesitated to take me there and vice versa... . I once took him to a wedding of a couple of friends and it was so embarrasing how he was constantly running to the bar for more drinks and how he became more and more drunk and started conversations with people without noticing how awkward it was to them... .
and when I took him to a concert of my favourite dance-group he was just standing there, bored, and then began to complain how tired he was and went sleeping in the car... . well, that was big fun wasn't it
in the end the only crew where I felt quite relaxed to take him to were my close family: my mum and brothers and sister, because they are all very tolerant people and they take me and my "strange" boyfriends the way they are
(it helps that my brother is an educator working with psychiatric drop-outs and my sister is a social worker
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