In college I dated this girl named Maryanne. She was a sweet girl but sort of an angry drunk. There were so many times when we would be out at the bars or parties and I would have to stop her from arguing or even trying to fight some other girl. Once things got settled, she would cry, go to sleep, then wake up the next morning and not remember any of it. Toward the end of the semester, my friend Trenton decided to throw a party at his rental house. It was going to be pretty big, but we had plans in place to keep things under control. Maryanne came by to help us get set up, and was 3 shots in before we even set up the beer pong table. The party started and things were going well. We had to ask a few people to leave, but other than that things were chill. After a few hours, Maryanne was completely wasted. She threw up in the bushes, then on the lawn. I tried cutting her off and I would even take the drinks out of her hand when I saw her with one, but she just kept drinking. I was talking with an old friend of mine named Lacey, when I hear a drunk screech and Maryanne yelling “what the f*ck?! Back the f*ck up b!tch!” She grabbed Lacey’s elbow and tried yanking her away from me but she just ended up stumbling. Then she started throwing punches at the both of us. Yelling about us cheating together and how she was going to kill the both of us. At some point, a few other people got involved and things got out of control. The music stopped, the lights went on and two friends of mine picked up Maryanne and told her she had to go. They apologized to me but it didn’t matter; I was done with that girl and she was no longer my problem. I asked her friends to get her home and to make sure she understood that we were finished. I was embarrassed to even be associated with her. She called me repeatedly the next morning, crying that she had no recollection of the night before and promised to make it up to me. I’d much rather be single in college than deal with that train wreck.