I started an affair with precisely the wrong woman for me. She was lovely, kind, sensual, smart, and rich. She was also a drinker. Soon we were parked together at the bar of the Lion’s Head. We were drinking at parties or traveling south to drink on some friend’s plantation. We got drunk a lot. And drinking led to scenes, jealousies, anguished telephone calls, a variety of stupidities, not all of them mine. Doors were slammed. In the spirit of melodrama, all sudden departures were made in the dead of night.
This went on for almost a year. There was one final angry night, both of us sodden after two days of drinking. The details are lost. But words were hurled in cruelty. There were curses and tears. And I was gone for good.
Two hard users are statistically doomed, if they decide to link up. It’s not sustainable for one person to live like that; impossible for two.
Plus, you really do tend to be meaner, angrier; more emotional; more unintelligible. Hardly the picture of a meaningful adult relationship/cohabitation. Grateful to have set my personal standards a bit higher these days.