How could you?
That was supposed to be the most AMAZING night of my life. It was my 18th birthday, we were going to see my favorite band, I was with my favorite girls, and we were heading to Detroit. Everything was amazing. Until you decided to get completely wasted after the concert. You know I don't drink and that I hate alcohol with a flaming passion. How do you think that made me feel, with my mom being a recovering alcoholic? I hadn't seen you in 4 months and you ended up not speaking to me or our other friend the entire night. You just drank beer and made an ass of yourself. I can't ever look at you the same. That night was one of the worst of my life. I spent it crying and freezing in the car outside because we couldn't be in the same room with you. I wish I could think back on that birthday and smile, but instead, it makes me sick. I can't believe you did that to me. On my birthday. I will NEVER put up with that again. I still haven't forgiven you. And I still haven't told anyone else. My parents didn't understand why I was so upset when I got back. They got mad at me and yelled at me because they thought I was just being cranky and stubborn. They have no idea what you did to me. And it's obvious that you don't either.