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My now-ex who was always horrible at handling their liquor got way too drunk while we were out at the bars in the city. We had to take a 45-min train ride back to the house we were renting during our vacation, where some of my extended family were also staying.
Ex could barely stay conscious during the train ride, then suddenly gets down on the floor and says they're gonna hurl. Luckily I had a plastic bag with me and they threw up in that, but it was a small bag, plus everyone on the train was understandably grossed out, so I make them get up and move to the bathroom at the end of the train (thank God there was one). I distinctly remember a woman grabbing the hand of her small child and pulling them away as she looked on in disgust.
I lock us in the bathroom and Ex throws up in the toilet the entire rest of the train ride. Finally we get to our stop and we have to wait until the very last minute to get off the train because Ex doesn't want to leave the bathroom. Right as we step off the train, it starts moving again to go back to the city.
My cousin picks us up from the train station in their very nice/expensive SUV, and the whole ride back to the house I'm cursing Ex out saying don't you dare throw up in this nice car. We get to the house without incident but I have to drag them up the stairs to the bedroom, get a trashcan under them just in time because they started throwing up again, then monitor them the rest of the night to make sure they don't pass out and choke on their own vomit.
The next morning Ex says they're so sorry and will "make it up to me", and one of the things they offer for this is to "clean the whole apartment when we get home", as though that's normally MY responsibility?? I was pissed at them for weeks for embarrassing me in public and to my extended family (it was the first time they'd met). Such a fucking idiot. One of so many reasons they're now my ex.
Finally