Then K. and I went to a great birthday party where I got surprisingly drunk. It would perhaps not be out of line to describe my state as "passing out drunk." No more chasing tequilla shots with rum drinks for me. Hopefully, I was well behaved.
Sunday morning, we had brunch with some friends where we got to meet one couple's super cute new baby. Unfortunately, I was too hungover to fully enjoy myself.
Then it was off to an early Easter dinner with my family, which was mostly nice, but wherein we finally had some confirmation that my brother's wife has moved out. The news leaked out earlier in the week through one of my nieces' comments. Their marriage has been on pretty shaky ground for at least ten years, so it shouldn't have been shocking, but it still managed to keep me up all night thinking about it.
My parents lamented to us later how it was sad that my brother couldn't come out and admit what was going on in his life, which I found funny and tragic, because they're the reason he can't. In our family, any confession of human failure is virtually impossible. We're all too emotionally stunted to express those feelings, so we're forced to repress and lie, pretending our lives are perfect and that the only things we need to fear are cancer and heart disease. I blame the fact that my parents never fought in front of us, so we never learned how to express and resolve conflicts. For more than a decade, I would let relationships with girls end the very first time we had an argument, because I genuinely didn't understand that people can stay together after they have a fight. K. was really the first one who said "Fuck that. I'm not letting you break up with me. We're going to talk this out instead."
Of course, my parents are the way they are because they both had to watch their own parents tear their marriages (and each other) apart right in front of their children, which made my parents overcompensate by sparing us any sign of conflict. Who knows what my great-grandparents did to make my grandparents that way and what affect will this all have on my nieces and nephew?
So a night of restless insomnia after a night of drunk sleep equals me not being terribly rested.