a non-confrontational affair

you decided to blackout on a tuesday evening, yes that was your choice. i sobered up the moment you compared me to my mother. the next day, your cheap, russian vodka was mysteriously gone. i had no intention of telling you the truth so i told you you had spilled it all on the walk home. but really, after puking out your poison, you slumped on my bathroom floor and i wrenched the stupid bottle out of your hands. i took a shot and dumped it down the drain. you chose to be an asshole and i chose to act in a way that disassociated myself from my mother. not sorry.