I still have anxiety dreams of guilt about letting them see me like that.

I was nineteen years old, "in love" and drunk. What a combination! My boyfriend and my best friend's husband had gone to the store. While they were out, Connie and I decided to "set the mood" in their house.

We set up candles, put blankets down on the floor, and put on sexy lingerie. As we waited, we continued to drink our firewater and peach schnapps. About half an hour later, we heard a knock on the door and I yelled out "The door's open!" The door opened and, to our surprise, it wasn't who we expected.

There, in front of us, stood my mom and my little brother. And there we were, totally drunk, (both underage), lying on the floor in our lingerie. My mom helped me off the floor, wrapped me in my coat, and dragged me out of my friend's house.

How humiliating! I still have anxiety dreams of guilt about letting them see me like that. And to think that my little brother used to look up to me as his idol…