Even If Your Love Is Unconditional, It Is Still a Choice
How you love matters less than whether you choose to love at all
The first time I blacked out from drinking, I stayed at a friend’s place. I puked on the dance floor, and, after my friend had stored me horizontally in the backseat of his car for a few hours, I woke up on his couch the next day. I was embarrassed, sure, but…