Okay so, my boyfriend and i live about an hour's drive away from each other since he went away to university. He is in the first yr, (i'm second, but still the same age,) so unfortunatly we have to put up with a tiny bed in halls of residence. Everything was fine until one morning i started to feel a bit sick, but after having something to eat i was alright, and during this time i explained to him how much i hate feeling like im going to v*. So anyay, he went out that evening, and i waited up for him, but at 1.30 am he came back supposidly drunk, Now the types of things he was saying were so cliche that i thought he was pretending to be drunk, but5 minutes later he ran over to the sink (in the bedroom!!!) and threw up. I had to put my fingers in my ears and walk out he door. I walked up and down the hall, trying to tell myself it was all okay, until i went back in 10 mins later to find the sink full to the top with v*. There was absolutly NO way i was staying in that room, and thankfully, two other students helped me to calm down by talking to me. But i was suprised by my own reaction - usuallyi feel a bit sick myself, but this time, my legs were genuinly shaking,and i urgently needed the bathroom! People thought it was odd that i refused to sleep even in the same room as him, and the next morning he was a bit upset that i didnt look after him. But i just couldnt bring myself to do it, and the worst thing was i was away from home, which made it worse. Nothing felt safe or familar. I felt so strongly about it, that i stayed up until 6 am, until someone offered to let me sleep on their floor.
It sounds pretty silly of me, now i've written it down, but i just had to get it out! Thanks to anyone who read
Fiona x
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