Do Not Have Full Glasses In Glass Houses

Three years ago, I got blackout drunk while out with some friends. It was my first and last blackout; I was so ashamed that I swore off alcohol. While most people in my social circle either understood or respected it, my friend’s girlfriend holds a holier-than-thou mindset. We have all been out several times since this incident, and I either order water or a mocktail; this does not stop her from speaking up.

Friend’s Girlfriend: “I’m glad you’re not drinking [My Name].”

Me: *Bracing for the judgment.* “Yeah, this is pretty good.”

Friend’s Girlfriend: “All alcoholics say the normal version is fine, but they’re lying.”

Me: “It’s… just tea.”

Friend’s Girlfriend: “You were an absolute mess at [Bar].”

Me: “I know. And I’ve apologized many times.”

Friend: “[Girlfriend], stop.”

Friend’s Girlfriend: “No, she needs to understand how f***ed up that was.”

Me: “I do understand. It was not a high point in my life. I have apologized for and corrected my behavior to avoid future reoccurrences, yet you keep holding on to it for some reason.”

Friend’s Girlfriend: “Seriously. I would die of embarrassment if my friends had to help me to the car and make sure I didn’t die.”

Me: “I assure you, as I have many times, that I do feel awful about that night and I intend to never repeat it.”

Friend’s Girlfriend: “You can’t just say sorry and expect everyone to forgive you.”

Friend: “Two weeks ago, you got so drunk you s*** in the bathroom sink and tried to blame it on my dog the next morning.”

Pause.

Friend’s Girlfriend: “You have no right to bring it up in public!”

Friend: “Excessive drinking is excessive drinking no matter where you are.”

She did finally drop it, thankfully. After this outing, [Friend’s Girlfriend] was mysteriously unavailable to go out with us, and they eventually broke up.