Critique request: A story I'm working on

# Title<br>My girlfriend is an alcoholic<br><br># Details<br>Her name is Stephanie and she works as a bartender at my dad's bar, the kind of bar that you have to know how to get to. You see, we live on a small island in Alaska that's more community than town. And my dad's bar is... well, I'm not really sure how he did it, but he got the bar built into the basement of his house, and if you didn't know that, it's kind of impossible to find. You see, when you walk up the walkway, you'll see that there's this mechanical door... like a garage door is what it is. And you got to call my dad's phone and be on his list, cause if you're not on his list, then he won't let you in. I'm not really sure how he runs this place without getting caught, but he's been running it for years.<br><br>It's a great bar, though. And it's home to a lot of people, including my girlfriend Stephanie. The last time we met up it was at my dad's bar, and she came over to me around 9pm or so and sat down next to me. She started talking to me and I noticed that she was a little drunk already. I asked her what was going on, and she broke down and started crying. She told me that she was a failure. Obviously I wanted to help her, so I hugged her and told her she wasn't a failure, and that she had me. An hour later, she went back to work, but by 11pm she was drunk. She came over to me and said that she was going to sleep in the back room, and then she passed out. I was really worried about her, so I got up and left. I went to my car and drove to her place, and when I got there, I took her keys and went inside. I wrote her a nice note and left it on the fridge, and then I drove back to my dad's house and went to sleep. The next time I talked to her was at work a couple days later. She came up to me and asked me why I broke into her apartment. I told her that I didn't want her to wake up alone, and that I was worried about her. She wasn't mad at me, but she insisted that she wasn't an alcoholic. I told her that it was okay, and that I was going to be there for her no matter what. She smiled at me and we went back to work.<br><br>But then, the other day, I went to go see her at my dad's bar, and she was already drunk. I asked her what was going on and she told me that she wasn't an alcoholic and that she was fine. I told her that I was worried about her, and she got angry with me. We got in a fight and she went in the back and shut the door. I left and went to her apartment, but she wasn't there. So I went back to my dad's bar and busted in the back room. She was crying and I yelled at her. She yelled back at me, and I left. She called me later and apologized and I told her that I just wanted her to be okay. So she started crying and I let her cry. She said she wanted to come over and I told her to come over. So she came over and she cried and cried. She fell asleep and I watched her sleep until I fell asleep too. The next day, she woke up around noon, and she was hungover. So I gave her some water and some medicine, and she thanked me. I told her that I wanted her to be okay, and she said that she knew. I told her that I thought she was an alcoholic, and she said that she knew. So I asked her what we were going to do, and she told me that she didn't know. I asked her if she wanted to be an alcoholic, and she told me that she didn't. Then, I started crying, and she started crying too. She told me that she was sorry and I told her that she had nothing to be sorry for. I told her that I wanted to help her, and that I was there for her. Then, I told her that I wanted to help her, and that I was going to be there for her. And I sobbed and she sobbed. Finally, I told her that I wanted to help her, and that I was going to be there for her. And it felt like everything was okay. But it's not okay, cause she's still an alcoholic. But I know she's going to be okay. Cause she has me. And I have her. And we'll be okay together. Cause we have each other.<br><br>good luck<br><br># Additional information<br>I'm hardcore lurking because I'm embarrassed about needing help. But if you read this far, thanks. I'll come out of my shell eventually.