So this Monday my man went to the dive bar down the street with our neighbor friend to play a friendly game of pool. After work I was sweet enough to go pick them up and bring us all home safe and in bed by 9:30 . We get home and everything seems fine granted he seemed a little more intoxicated then I thought he was (he didn’t eat😐).

We lie down to go to bed and he tells me he is going to throw up and doesn’t feel good and then starts crawling out of the room and said just let me do my thing. Of course I just said alright and then quietly snuck behind him. I walked into thru living room and there he was sitting on a pillow with a blanket. I asked him what he was doing and he said he needs to meditate because it would help him feel better. To be honest I love to idea of meditating but it was very random for him. He asked me to grab a pillow, turn some soothing music on and take a seat. So I did… I meditated with my drunk boyfriend.