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Got back from family vacation, got on the dreaded Facebook, found out the woman who was my first gf 12 years ago, and subsequently a friend I talked to pretty frequently, had died of liver failure at 33 years old.

Looking back on it, when she was drinking 12 years ago it just seemed like a fun time. I didn't know she sustained that pace for a decade plus. Some other things took a toll too, like an eating disorder.

Anyways, I am fuckin sad, fuck alcohol, it's as bad as heroin but capitalism gotta make that $$$$$

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[–] joaomarrom@hexbear.net 14 points 3 months ago* (last edited 3 months ago)

Very sorry for your loss, comrade. Alcohol is fucking horrible. Very few drugs come even close to how awful alcohol is.

I have a real nasty relationship with alcohol too, always had. I'm one of these people who don't drink often, but when I do, I go all in and do stupid shit. There's a whole bunch of alcoholics in my family, on my mother's side. Last time I drank was around August last year. I drank half a bottle of very strong liquor all by myself, much to the pleasure of my buddies who found it very funny.

They didn't know that I was on a pretty fucking dark place that day, and had no intention of drinking until they goaded me into doing so. It was my bad decision, so I don't blame them, but still it shows how alcohol can be very pernicious in that it's pretty much a requirement in most social occasions.

I woke up the next day half naked in my bed with zero memories, no idea how I got home, and my clothes were piled up next to my bed and covered in vomit. It was the second worst hangover in my entire life and I decided that fuck it, I'm not going to drink anymore, and yeah, I'm still keeping that promise!