A Good Getaway
Matt and I had a good break this weekend. In spite of everything (see below), I had a really good time.
Saturday morning, Matt and I drove up to Malaysia with his friends. The guys had planned on partying the night in K.L. before hitting the Sepang open track on Sunday. We reached KL in the late afternoon and checked into the hotel. Matt and I managed to spend some time together and he took me out for a lovely japanese dinner. As always, his company was great and I really enjoyed myself. After dinner, we joined the rest of the gang for drinks. We went to a few pubs along the popular tourist district and downed many rounds of whiskey. Everyone was in a party mood. It was fun. I had never seen Matt so game for drinks, he is usually very controlled.
By the end of the night, I was drunk. That was where the trouble began.
Matt took me back to the hotel and by I ran for the bathroom the minute we entered the room. I felt really sick and needed to get the alcohol out of my system. So I did my usual thing* -- shove my fingers down my throat. Matt knows about my eating disorder but he had never witnessed it before. What a mess I was, slumped at the sink trying to purge and crying with my knuckles raw and red. But then Matt did the sweetest thing. He took me in his arms and kissed me. I forgot about how sick I felt and kissed him back. That much I remember, before I blacked out. I’m so sorry I put him through it.
*I've been swinging between anorexia and bulimia the past 8 years.
Saturday morning, Matt and I drove up to Malaysia with his friends. The guys had planned on partying the night in K.L. before hitting the Sepang open track on Sunday. We reached KL in the late afternoon and checked into the hotel. Matt and I managed to spend some time together and he took me out for a lovely japanese dinner. As always, his company was great and I really enjoyed myself. After dinner, we joined the rest of the gang for drinks. We went to a few pubs along the popular tourist district and downed many rounds of whiskey. Everyone was in a party mood. It was fun. I had never seen Matt so game for drinks, he is usually very controlled.
By the end of the night, I was drunk. That was where the trouble began.
Matt took me back to the hotel and by I ran for the bathroom the minute we entered the room. I felt really sick and needed to get the alcohol out of my system. So I did my usual thing* -- shove my fingers down my throat. Matt knows about my eating disorder but he had never witnessed it before. What a mess I was, slumped at the sink trying to purge and crying with my knuckles raw and red. But then Matt did the sweetest thing. He took me in his arms and kissed me. I forgot about how sick I felt and kissed him back. That much I remember, before I blacked out. I’m so sorry I put him through it.
*I've been swinging between anorexia and bulimia the past 8 years.
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