He brought me to a party. Not just any party, but his younger brother's birthday party. I barely knew him and here I was with every family member he had in the world. As the evening progressed, all of these people became more and more drunk. His uncle told him to keep me because I was "good baby-making stock." His mother, also drunk, asked me why I wasn't drinking with them. Worse yet, he was drinking just as heavily. I finally called a cab and got out of there. I don't even think anyone noticed I was gone.
— Debbie, 41