My parents have stated that no matter how much they hate that I drink, they'll always pick me up if needed.JoesshittyOs said:(Were you really picked up by your parents after a night of drinking and managed to get away with it?)
I love my parents [/quote]
Yeah same I guess they know we'll drink either way so they would rather us be pissed and home safe than pissed and staggering home in the middle of the night? Win for us either way!
And back on topic, honestly mate you did the right thing. I got the gist that she just wants you there when it suits her and when she needs you, but will ditch your someone else because she's fickle sometimes I guess? Or just exceptionally unappreciative.
Well anyway, I wouldn't go running to apologise. Let her come and apologise, how ever long it takes, just grit your teeth and get on without her until she realises the error of her ways. The last thing you want is for it to seem like you're just crawling back to her again.
Good luck with it all
EDIT: A quote I saw that I like about love...
?Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.?