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Input: Text: this was actually 4 days ago- me (25/f) and my boyfriend (26/m) of 1.5 years had plans to spend some alone time at his home while his mom was away. i'm not the sort of girl who would do anything 'unladylike' at my bf's place- including pooping or farting. but boy, little did i know that god had extravagant plans to screw that up for me. 

it all started nicely with us spending some nice time, after which he showed me his whiskey collection, which had my favourite jd..of course i couldn't resist that and we both had a large peg each. he took out his ps4 and started playing, while i poured myself another drink. i'm not a very strong drinker/smoker, and had a happy high by the time i finished and we ordered a large pizza. two drinks down, i sweetly ask him to roll a joint which at the time seemed like a very good idea to me thinking that it would 'enhance' my happy high. after we finished eating, my high is not high enough. he now asks me if i wanna do a joint and i gladly agree. we do a few drags each and by the time it's time to get up, i'm really woozie and can sense a paranoia creeping in. we go inside, and he comforts me, seeing the look on my face. the real problems start now- i start feeling uneasy and paranoid that if i remain stationary, i will die. he wraps his hand around me and while i am comforted by his presence, my paranoia is so strong that i'm unable to stay still. then comes the nausea- for some reason i'm aware that i'm not the girl who pukes at her guy's place, but at the same time i know that i'll have to since i've already thought about it. my command over my rational mind is rapidly faltering and i rush to the bathroom...just to noisily puke my guts out the first time. i come back, and realize he's upset that i didn't listen to him. i try to persuade him but i can't think clearly and his coldness further worsens my fears and paranoia. i am also concerned that his mom might return any moment and she isn't supposed to see me, especially in this state. after a while he tries to comfort me and hold me, but now i can see the second round of nausea coming and realize that the nightmare is never gonna end. again i run to the bathroom, puking whatever was left the last time, and then clean up after me because i'm still not the kind of gf who leaves a mess behind. back in the room, i feel slightly better that the mess is finally out of my system. we sit for about 10-15 mins, when suddenly the doorbell rings- not realizing that i was still high, i imagine that his mom has come back and we're so screwed. while he goes out to get the door, i gather all my belongings and again run to the bathroom, this time in an attempt to hide. i'm in there, the clock is ticking and i'm disheveled, scared and still paranoid, praying for the nightmare to end. it seems i've been in there too long a time and he's not come out to the door to tell me to get out, so i peek out and there's no one in the room. i go back in the bathroom thinking that his mom is probably home and he's keeping her away from coming into his room. this cycle of me peeking out happens three times and it's been an eternity and he has still not returned. all this thinking has made me nauseous once again and i puke out- a third time! then i finally gather all my courage knowing that i'm completely empty and only my soul will come out if i puke again. i clean myself up and attempt to make myself presentable just in case he mother sees me. as i'm done, my boyfriend finally comes to the door and asks me what i'm doing there, to which i reply that i hid in the washroom and why had he took so much time to come back. he said that he was only out for 5 minutes coz someone was at the door- and not his mom. i am bewildered as i realize that all this happened in a span of 5 minutes while it must be atleast an hour or two in my mind. we sit down again and after a while its time for me to go home. i live 40 kms away and half asleep all along the way i'm left thinking that if we ever break up, especially after this episode, among all his ex-gfs, i'll forever be known as 'the girl who threw up in my bathroom'. 

the thought itself is appalling, considering i regard myself as a calm and collected individual. moreover, its been 4 days and he's still upset about the fact that i didn't listen to him. i have had my share of making some good and bad decisions, the consequences of which i have bourne myself. also, i got to know that i have a weak stomach and you should never mix weed and alcohol. last but not the least, i learnt that you should never make decisions while drunk. i hope the after affects of this has not ruined my relationship, and some day i'll be able to do something good enough to cover this stain on my personal life history.

TIFU by mixing weed and alcohol, ended up destroying my day and possibly my relationship