Slap in the face

I've spent the day laying on the couch trying to be as comfortable as possible. I am hungover. I've also done a lot of thinking and revisiting last night's confessions. All I wanted to do was get drunk and have sex!
Anyways, we picked up a bottle of rum and headed home. Finally opened and drank the Vintage Ale from earlier this year. And my drinks are smoother than glass so they went down real easily. Then came the so-called slap:
Dudley wanted to tell me something that might hurt me but he needed to be honest. I figured, hey, I'm numb with alcohol and whatever shock it is won't be so bad than if I had been drinking water.
Sometime after we broke up, he and Alisa kissed. And then maybe at that same time, they had sex.
I told myself to not freak out, and I would have been okay if Dudley hadn't said "Don't cry/freak out." But then I started to cry a little and had to take off the sexy eyeliner job I'd done because I didn't want the black tears to run down onto my white tank top. I went into the bathroom and spent a little time in there, peeing and I began to cut my wrist in the same spot I had done three years ago with the little "A" charm on my star bracelet. "A" for Alisa. I got out, and yelled at him to leave, but then I stopped myself and said, "You know what? Don't leave. This might help. I'll just imagine you as my brother and you can imagine me as your sister, that way the pressure is off and it might help me get over you." Then we chose to forget that awful twenty minute span of time, but not before I poured a cup full of ice and soda pop down his "favorite" blue polo shirt. Haha :)
But then he didn't sleep in my bed with me. I don't remember what time I passed out, it must have been after midnight. I woke up around 5am and took one of the longest pisses of my life, but I was only wearing a thong. Then he woke me up a few hours later and said he was going to walk home. I think I was still a little drunk so I tried to pass back out again. I finally woke up at 10am and have been hibernating on the couch all day long. I can't do much more due to the delicate situation my stomach is experiencing.
Bottom line, I know what it feels like now: I was cheated on. Technically I wasn't, as I could have been promiscuous and chose to sleep with someone else in the fragile days after a breakup, but I'm not like that. I had my time in Florida and it was fun but the behavior disgusts me now. Sex is something special shared between two people that love each other. I cheated before and the repercussions didn't hit me much, but now; now I know what it's like to be on the other side of the tracks. It fucking sucks. I'm not sure whether I should just let it go or continue to dwindle on it a bit more. I guess because I'm not crying about it now, I'm healing. Still, Dudley knew I was in a delicate emotional state, and you can't hide secrets like that, especially when you drink! If he was any kind of decent human that still cared about my feelings, he wouldn't have done that. And Alisa - speak for herself! I thought I wanted to be friends with her, and her the same with me! FUCKING SLUT. Why would you do that to one of your girlfriends? Whatever happened to "sisters before misters"? I'm pretty sure it's an unwritten law to never sleep with your girlfriend's ex-boyfriend, I don't care how attractive he might be. She messed up, big time, and so did he.
There's a work meeting tomorrow night. I want to call her out on her actions. And never talk to her again.
Am I promoted and out of that store yet? Is Dudley in Texas yet?