Once again, he threatened his own life while sitting on the floor of his walk-in closet, making me feel like he had made yet another mistake and assuring me it would never happen again.
I tried talking to his friend about the constant threats of him taking his own life every time I tried to leave. His friend reassured me that he didn’t actually mean it, that he was just saying it.
So, despite my friend's advice, I moved my belongings back into Drew's house. Things seemed fine for a week or two, until I found out that he had a virtual court session for a case he claimed was from 2021, and that he was currently on probation.
I knew he was supposed to be taking UA tests, and he had told me he was attending probation meetings every month. I was aware the charges were for possession but didn’t know the details and never asked, since from the outside, it looked like he was doing what he needed to—weekly drug tests and monthly meetings.
But then he became uneasy and on edge, telling me he would now need to attend a 30-day treatment program to make things look good for the courts. I didn’t fully understand why, but I assumed it was just another lie.
Over the next couple of weeks, he began looking for treatment facilities—but he wasn’t doing the research himself. Instead, his daughter’s mom was helping him. I expressed my concern about why she, who was apparently struggling with her own addiction, was helping him. After all, that was the reason we were taking care of his infant daughter.
In mid-January, he finally had a virtual court hearing, and I made sure to sit in and listen to it so I could find out what was really going on.
During the virtual hearing, I learned the truth: he hadn’t been taking the UAs or attending the meetings he had told me about. In fact, he had missed over 42 UAs, and he was supposed to have started treatment months earlier—but never did.
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