It was the same typical day for me. I ignored them and they did the same thing back. It was a hectic day at the karaoke and I was entertaining people that day with a happy face because I was drinking from the start of my shift. And the customers kept on offering me drinks and that time the only thing that was keeping me sane was alcohol so who was I to decline that golden opportunity. I kept on drinking and by the end of my shift I was seriously drunk but still stable. We were closing up the karaoke when a female customer decided to push me and spill all the alcohol that I was carrying over my body. I asked her to be careful.
The girl's boyfriend didn't take that well and we were arguing when the girl decided to back up her boyfriend. She kept on asking me what I would do so I pulled her hair and pushed her down but people kept on seperating us. The girl's younger brother punched me right in the face and I went after them and made sure to punch the three of them. My boyfriend came there at the time and he punched the guy who punched me. I was crying from anger and disappointment. Everything was crashing down and the karaoke owner who had just come back from her date, asked me what was wrong. I explained the situation to her and she went after the guy so I followed her. We caught up with them and we were talking at first (with the guy who punched me) when suddenly the owner put him in a lock and punched him from behind while I punched him from the front. We were separated and when we let go of the guy, he fell on his face. I wanted to punch him more but I was stopped by my boyfriend's friends(I don't know from where they popped up).
We were just settling when the guy called the cops on us and since he got beaten up most and had bruises on his face we were the suspects and he was the victim. The case lasted for a while but it was eventually settled. I was really guilty and couldn't meet eyes with the owner. R thought I was arrogant and yelled at me for not saying sorry to the owner who is also her cousin. She said that it was all my fault that the owner was always in a bad mood. I felt so sad and guilty listening to her but she still had a point so I went to apologize and the owner accepted it. That was the moment I realized that I wasn't meant for this kind of lifestyle and made up my mind to quit. At that time, my boyfriend was about to leave for college and kept on hanging out with his friends. He invited me too and his friends didn't really mind me because, actually, I still don't why they like me being around. Maybe because they're also a mutual friend of my elder sister. They even saw me when I was in 11 grade. Some of them even came with my sister to my concert.
I quit working properly and always hung out with them. Once after a hanging out with them, I didn't go back to work and spend the night with my boyfriend. I spend the whole day with him. I kept on doing that because I had already told the owner that I was quitting but she wasn't letting me leave. I did that to annoy her and it worked. She didn't pay all my wage but at least I was a free bird now. I felt bad for T because she wanted to leave too but the owner didn't let her. T and I were planning to leave together and join some another work but that didn't work out. I quit and that day I left with them because my stuff was at her house and they still ignored me.
The next day I was leaving but the owner didn't even look at my face and R was up by that time so I waved goodbye to her and left. I was planning to join an animal shelter but that shit didn't work out so I drank like there was no tomorrow and cried my heart out with my boyfriend on face time. It was almost five or six days since he left by that time. He called one of his friends to check up on me. The friend comforted me and helped me get back home safely. The next day I was going to a shop when I saw two of his friends and I ran and hid behind a building. Unfortunately both of them saw me. So much for my dream of discreetly running away.
I was at home without work for few days and at that time I was thinking about the day I bid farewell to my boyfriend. I said I wouldn't shed a tear for him when he left because that was what I did for my toxic ex. He would receive a different treatment because he didn't deserve second hand experiences, especially not the one I did with that ungrateful brat/gorilla. He said he would do the same because that was what he did for his toxic ex when she left for abroad. But he ended up crying in my arms anyways. It was really hard for both of us to let go. We didn't want to but we didn't have any option either. Sometimes life doesn't go the way we planned but that doesn't mean we should just give up because beautiful things take time and effort, and if it doesn't then what's even the point of living. He was the one who changed my mind by saying that he liked life's ups and downs because that's what makes life more interesting and liveable . And from that day, I am really grateful for all the low points in my life because if I hadn't experienced them then I wouldn't have met a lovely and incredible person like him. He has been my hope for living and the only person who gets me for me. With him, I never feel judged for having emotions and he knows me inside out. He may annoy me from time to time but that's what I love about him. Him annoying me and being a big baby.