Kelly Hughes

The Song That Saved Me

It was September 2017 and I was falling out of love. We had been dating for over two years now and I was slowly, begrudgingly coming to the realization that alcohol was more important to him that I was. How did I know? Vodka. Straight vodka 24/7. I would find the empty bottles under our bed, I'd reach for a water bottle and find vodka inside instead of water. He insisted on drinking the day of his surgery and whenever I tried encouraging him to quit, it was always my fault when he would start up again. The man I thought I knew, thought I was in love with, didn't exist. And yet I stayed. Why? Because that is the nature of abuse. He blamed me for everything that went wrong with his failed sobriety but only after two years of a loving relationship. I was brainwashed. I was being told that I was the toxic one and that I was the failure but also that he didn't want to lose me. That we could work this out and it wouldn't be like this forever because it hadn't been like this until now. Anyway, it was September and I, being a huge lovatic (Demi Lovato fan) ever since Camp Rock in 2008,