. As you know, I struggle with trying to distract myself with other tasks or activities that might help take my mind off how unworthy I feel - and how...much wine I've consumed in recent months - but nothing is helping. I can't even find someone who is willing to hold me for longer than a few hours, without it being in between meaningless sex. Hell, at this point, even a friend would be nice. Someone I can just talk to who would be willing to listen and make sure I don't die from alcohol. It turned out that one of the guys was the roommate's boyfriend. The roommate had given them the keys.Greg took Peggy home for me while Mom and Dad took me to the police station. Since the Jeep was in my company's name, I had to have Dad fill out the complaint. He was President of my company. This thing about having to be eighteen, sometimes sucks.I then had to give a statement as to why the girl had my keys. They were not very hopeful that anyone would be charged with anything. I had. We looked at each other differently - first with inquisitiveness and meaning, and later with the quiet resentment that arises from something unfulfilled. We got snappier with each other, our humor more barbed. Then, I learned that Alex had slept with Jane. Jane and I had split up over year before, but it still dug into me. A mutual friend told me that they’d hooked up at a party, a piece of knowledge that felt like a burning coal in my mouth. For several nights after that, I lay in bed, my cock. But knowing about them now, Dad was waiting and searching for you, only you.”“Thank you, Cathy, that’s nice to hear. I’m sure I said that you can call me, Mom, if you feel comfortable with it, and it’s not a slander of Laura’s name either.”“I know, I’ve always thought of as my mom too since I can remember.”“Okay, I’d like that.”“So ... Mom, what are you afraid of, that you’ve got some unknown competition for Dad?”“Sort of, he is very handsome and you know how women talk about a man that’s good.