qwerty8390
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I'm new here and hope this is the appropriate place to post this, but I'd just like to get some insight. Sorry but this might be long.
I've been seeing this guy for 6 months. Early on I found out he got a felony arrest a year and a half ago for burglarizing someone's house, which he did while drunk and on Xanax. He said Xans were his DOC back then. Even said that he had withdrawals from them, so obviously he was using them enough to get WDs. Said it was like the most anxious, depressed and shitty I've ever felt times 10 or something. He has also admitted to taking Oxy "in the past." He said, "If someone offered me something for free that would make me feel better than I did right then, why wouldn't I take it?" He's tried lots of drugs... claims to have never touched meth or heroin, but I'm unsure of that now. He has also admitted to selling drugs. Early on, he'd always have to "go and meet a homie real quick" at like 2/3 am, and he'd come back 5 minutes later. Wasn't sure if he was dealing or buying at that point. Anyways, he always drank with me in the beginning, and he'd drink a lot. Early on, we were able to have sex 2 or 3 times each time we'd see each other. Sex life was on point. Then about a month and a half to two months into hanging out, I had a boob job and got some Percocet. I'm not big into drugs, and I ended up discontinuing it the day after my surgery. (Hated falling asleep every other minute). Anyways, I had an entire bottle of like 45 or so Percocet left. His roommate asked for some, said he'd pay me, but I gave him 10 for free. He seemed way too giddy lol. (Side note on his roommate, who has now moved out... my bf said he had a prescription for Xanax and that he had started using heroin shortly before moving out). Later that night my bf mentioned he had a friend that would buy the Percocet from me, and that he could sell them for me, asking how much I wanted for them etc. I said I'd be down to make some extra cash, and later that night I offered him a few. I did so by handing him the entire bottle. Well, what do you know, the next morning the bottle was GONE. I didn't care about them because I wasn't taking them anymore anyways, and I just assumed maybe he was going to sell them and give me money. Nope, never saw a single dime. So, this was red flag numero uno.
After that, sex life went downhill. He'd have trouble getting off and eventually we just stopped having sex often at all. At this point (we broke up and got back together a few times recently), we haven't had sex in over a month. Like two months into us hanging out, he got his nose badly broken at work and couldn't work for a bit. He got really depressed. Throughout our relationship, he'd have crazy mood swings. Like, he'd be so lovey dovey and then if I didn't stay the night with him at like 3 am (he has weird sleeping hours), he'd text me random shit about me cheating on him, or that I'd never hear from him again, or suicidal texts. Always in the middle of the night. He'd even have sleepless nights sometimes, claiming sometimes he'd get really bad insomnia. A few weeks after getting his nose broken he was fine--seeming very happy, sweet, affectionate, but still no sex. Then suddenly, shit hit the fan. He kept saying he got robbed, couldn't afford to pay rent, said he wanted to kill himself, etc etc. During that week, I went over to his house every night bringing him home cooked meals and stuff. He'd just nod off in a second. Like, sitting upright on his laptop, fucking out cold. I tried waking him and he wouldn't wake up for a good 3 minutes... thought I'd have to call 911. Another time, he laid down on me for a second with his slippers on, mumbled some weird incoherent shit, and then passed out on me. His breathing was super slow, which scared me. I was able to move out from under him, like lift him off, without even waking him. Later that week he had me call out of work for him because he "felt so sick." He was nauseous, constipated, couldn't keep anything down.... He also accidentally texted me saying "subs are chill, don't do shit but make you sick though" while I was at his house. Said his back hurt and his homie was going to hook him up (he got into another altercation at work that involved him "hurting his back.") That night he went over to his homies house and didn't get home until 4 am. Other times, he's texted me saying "my buddy (not me) is looking for some pain killers and doesn't have health insurance. Do you know anyone that could help out?" Another text was, "My boss said he'd give me a week off of work if I get him some pain killers, do you know anyone that'd have some? I want to take that deal lol." These texts were months apart, but he damn well knows I don't have the hookup... seemed desperate.
Another night, he said his roommates were doing blow... he went into the bathroom to "take a shower" at like 3 am, and was in there for way too long. Came out saying "Don't make fun, but I used the body wash I'm allergic to and now I'm super itchy everywhere." He was super itchy, said he needed to get allergy medication and that he wouldn't be able to sleep for awhile so I just went into his bed and slept. Seemed suspect.
Then he started seeming really motivated and happy again. This is when he grew distant. He literally barely talked to me for three days and claimed he was just "severely depressed," that it was "crippling" and that he "isolates himself when he's like that." But he seemed perfectly fine. Not like the crazy depressed person I've seen before. He even looked up at me one time and said "Baby, will you buy a gun and just kill me?" in the most chill tone I've ever heard.
I broke it off with him shortly because of his distance.. It was a shock to me for someone to go from wanting to be around me 24/7 (literally every night) to suddenly barely responding to me. I went to bed afterwards and woke up to 152 text messages, 8 missed calls and 2 voice mails, saying he was going to kill himself, that I was a horrible person, to tell his parents, and that he never deserved me and still loved me. It was all over the place.
Now, he says he loves me, says he wants to be with me, but will lie to me... he'll avoid hanging out with me sometimes, or just ends up getting home wayyyy later than he'd say. He's ignoring me more than he ever has before. Side note, whenever he's getting ready to leave and picks up his backpack, I always hear a pill bottle in there with pills. Never snooped though.
Anyways, last night was another night of him being weird. He said he'd be home around 12/1230 am and that I could come over if I wanted. I said to text me when he got home, then sent another text telling him to let me know if it was going to be later and that I'd just stay home then. He texted me at 2 am saying he just got back, was sorry, and that he wants to see me tonight.
He's also always eating sweets. Like copious amounts of sweets at night--whole pints of ice cream, and other various candies or cookies. Also, I know he has Kratom as well. Him and his roommates all take it.
Between the mood swings, lack of money a little while ago (which I lent him some for rent btw), no sex, and sleeping in until 8 or 9 pm sometimes, I just don't know if I can handle it anymore. I don't want to enable him at all, but I just want honesty. If he's doing drugs, I just want to know.
Does this sound like an active addict to you, and what would be the best way to bring it up if it does? I just don't want lies anymore. I don't care if he's using. Ideally I'd love to help him, but know that he has to want it himself. I'm just sick of being lied to and out of the loop. (I've been lurking this forum to try and learn as much as I can about opiates and drug users).
I've been seeing this guy for 6 months. Early on I found out he got a felony arrest a year and a half ago for burglarizing someone's house, which he did while drunk and on Xanax. He said Xans were his DOC back then. Even said that he had withdrawals from them, so obviously he was using them enough to get WDs. Said it was like the most anxious, depressed and shitty I've ever felt times 10 or something. He has also admitted to taking Oxy "in the past." He said, "If someone offered me something for free that would make me feel better than I did right then, why wouldn't I take it?" He's tried lots of drugs... claims to have never touched meth or heroin, but I'm unsure of that now. He has also admitted to selling drugs. Early on, he'd always have to "go and meet a homie real quick" at like 2/3 am, and he'd come back 5 minutes later. Wasn't sure if he was dealing or buying at that point. Anyways, he always drank with me in the beginning, and he'd drink a lot. Early on, we were able to have sex 2 or 3 times each time we'd see each other. Sex life was on point. Then about a month and a half to two months into hanging out, I had a boob job and got some Percocet. I'm not big into drugs, and I ended up discontinuing it the day after my surgery. (Hated falling asleep every other minute). Anyways, I had an entire bottle of like 45 or so Percocet left. His roommate asked for some, said he'd pay me, but I gave him 10 for free. He seemed way too giddy lol. (Side note on his roommate, who has now moved out... my bf said he had a prescription for Xanax and that he had started using heroin shortly before moving out). Later that night my bf mentioned he had a friend that would buy the Percocet from me, and that he could sell them for me, asking how much I wanted for them etc. I said I'd be down to make some extra cash, and later that night I offered him a few. I did so by handing him the entire bottle. Well, what do you know, the next morning the bottle was GONE. I didn't care about them because I wasn't taking them anymore anyways, and I just assumed maybe he was going to sell them and give me money. Nope, never saw a single dime. So, this was red flag numero uno.
After that, sex life went downhill. He'd have trouble getting off and eventually we just stopped having sex often at all. At this point (we broke up and got back together a few times recently), we haven't had sex in over a month. Like two months into us hanging out, he got his nose badly broken at work and couldn't work for a bit. He got really depressed. Throughout our relationship, he'd have crazy mood swings. Like, he'd be so lovey dovey and then if I didn't stay the night with him at like 3 am (he has weird sleeping hours), he'd text me random shit about me cheating on him, or that I'd never hear from him again, or suicidal texts. Always in the middle of the night. He'd even have sleepless nights sometimes, claiming sometimes he'd get really bad insomnia. A few weeks after getting his nose broken he was fine--seeming very happy, sweet, affectionate, but still no sex. Then suddenly, shit hit the fan. He kept saying he got robbed, couldn't afford to pay rent, said he wanted to kill himself, etc etc. During that week, I went over to his house every night bringing him home cooked meals and stuff. He'd just nod off in a second. Like, sitting upright on his laptop, fucking out cold. I tried waking him and he wouldn't wake up for a good 3 minutes... thought I'd have to call 911. Another time, he laid down on me for a second with his slippers on, mumbled some weird incoherent shit, and then passed out on me. His breathing was super slow, which scared me. I was able to move out from under him, like lift him off, without even waking him. Later that week he had me call out of work for him because he "felt so sick." He was nauseous, constipated, couldn't keep anything down.... He also accidentally texted me saying "subs are chill, don't do shit but make you sick though" while I was at his house. Said his back hurt and his homie was going to hook him up (he got into another altercation at work that involved him "hurting his back.") That night he went over to his homies house and didn't get home until 4 am. Other times, he's texted me saying "my buddy (not me) is looking for some pain killers and doesn't have health insurance. Do you know anyone that could help out?" Another text was, "My boss said he'd give me a week off of work if I get him some pain killers, do you know anyone that'd have some? I want to take that deal lol." These texts were months apart, but he damn well knows I don't have the hookup... seemed desperate.
Another night, he said his roommates were doing blow... he went into the bathroom to "take a shower" at like 3 am, and was in there for way too long. Came out saying "Don't make fun, but I used the body wash I'm allergic to and now I'm super itchy everywhere." He was super itchy, said he needed to get allergy medication and that he wouldn't be able to sleep for awhile so I just went into his bed and slept. Seemed suspect.
Then he started seeming really motivated and happy again. This is when he grew distant. He literally barely talked to me for three days and claimed he was just "severely depressed," that it was "crippling" and that he "isolates himself when he's like that." But he seemed perfectly fine. Not like the crazy depressed person I've seen before. He even looked up at me one time and said "Baby, will you buy a gun and just kill me?" in the most chill tone I've ever heard.
I broke it off with him shortly because of his distance.. It was a shock to me for someone to go from wanting to be around me 24/7 (literally every night) to suddenly barely responding to me. I went to bed afterwards and woke up to 152 text messages, 8 missed calls and 2 voice mails, saying he was going to kill himself, that I was a horrible person, to tell his parents, and that he never deserved me and still loved me. It was all over the place.
Now, he says he loves me, says he wants to be with me, but will lie to me... he'll avoid hanging out with me sometimes, or just ends up getting home wayyyy later than he'd say. He's ignoring me more than he ever has before. Side note, whenever he's getting ready to leave and picks up his backpack, I always hear a pill bottle in there with pills. Never snooped though.
Anyways, last night was another night of him being weird. He said he'd be home around 12/1230 am and that I could come over if I wanted. I said to text me when he got home, then sent another text telling him to let me know if it was going to be later and that I'd just stay home then. He texted me at 2 am saying he just got back, was sorry, and that he wants to see me tonight.
He's also always eating sweets. Like copious amounts of sweets at night--whole pints of ice cream, and other various candies or cookies. Also, I know he has Kratom as well. Him and his roommates all take it.
Between the mood swings, lack of money a little while ago (which I lent him some for rent btw), no sex, and sleeping in until 8 or 9 pm sometimes, I just don't know if I can handle it anymore. I don't want to enable him at all, but I just want honesty. If he's doing drugs, I just want to know.
Does this sound like an active addict to you, and what would be the best way to bring it up if it does? I just don't want lies anymore. I don't care if he's using. Ideally I'd love to help him, but know that he has to want it himself. I'm just sick of being lied to and out of the loop. (I've been lurking this forum to try and learn as much as I can about opiates and drug users).
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