<human>: Technically was last night.

I really fucked up bad.

Super bowl party at my moms boyfriends house, and I decided to bring the love of my life to meet his family (which is kind of like my family) and hang out with my mom and my older brother - who is visiting. We're having a great time, then fireball gets brought out. My brother gets fucked up and passes out, and we all kind of laugh. I'm pretty ashamed that he'd just pass out in the middle of the kitchen. But I continue to drink beer and take shots of fireball. We're still having a blast though, talking and bullshitting, being loud and happy.

Everything goes black for a while. Next thing I know my boyfriend is screaming at me, and my mom and her boyfriend are running after us. (From what my mom told me today, some fighting happened.) I don't know what exactly is going on but I'm crying. It goes black again, and I'm sitting outside my apartment in my boyfriends car as he's yelling at me. I'm so drunk I don't remember what was said, all I remember is that I kissed my brothers best friend. Which seems gross and completely out of character for both of us. It goes fuzzy and we're back at his place. He throws my phone and another possession, breaking both. Tells me I'm a slut and that he's done with me.

Can you condense the text into a few key points?
<bot>: I chose to get so intoxicated I couldn't control my actions. Started a huge fight, and I lost what could have been a life partner.