Feeling so lost

My boyfriend is a recovering addict of K2. For quite some time, he has stayed off of it and today he fell off the wagon. My boyfriend’s dad, who graciously calls himself my father in law, bought me a car today. I’ve been borrowing his 4Runner because my car broke down and I’ve been trying to come up with enough money to buy a new car. He said all I have to do is repay him $500 of the $2900 he bought the car for. He came by to drop the car off and pick up his 4runner. When he got here, I was still on my way home from work. My boyfriend left our back door wide open. Anyone could have walked in. We have a $400 TV upstairs and keys for both my junk car and his project car on the coffee table. Both cars could’ve been stolen since my car will start and drive with some extra work.

Plus, I could have walked into a dangerous situation. Boyfriend was passed out. His dad woke him up. He tried to say that he had been drinking. His dad called him out on it and told him it was obvious he was doing more than drinking. His dad and I went to meet the person to sign the title of the car over and boyfriend was left at home. Well, he decided while he was home that he was going to put fries in the oven, higher than a kite kind you. I get home and I open the door and smell a mixture of K2 and burning food. I go into the kitchen and he’s standing there passing out standing up and drooling all over himself. I shut the oven off and tried to talk to him. He wasn’t responsive. I had tried to get him to grab my waist and hold on so we could walk into the dining room and he could sit or at least pass out with his head on the table.

He decided to pass out on the floor instead so I made sure he was on his side and his head was tilted back slightly so that his airway wasn’t cut off. I called his dad in a panic. His dad and I both think whoever his street dealer was probably laced it with fentanyl. He eventually woke up and started chowing down on the fries he burnt. He went quiet so I checked on him to find him standing and drooling again near the bathroom door and the downstairs bedroom. I told him he needed to go lay down. He tried to go to the bed on his own and almost fell down the stairs into the basement.

I ended up having to have him grab onto my waist and assist him into bed. I took his phone and his keys out of his pocket and he’s laying in bed snoring. So while he’s been passed out, I found what he was smoking with and I got rid of it. And they flushed his drugs down the toilet. When he’s fully sober and out of his current state he is getting an ultimatum it uses the drugs or he chooses me there’s not going to be any more chances and if he chooses me he’s going to rehab. I told him when he was awake eating fries that what he’s doing is completely unfair to me and I shouldn’t have to deal with it. And as I was getting him into the bed I told him you’re lucky that I love you because I wouldn’t do this for just anybody.

So now here I am at 9:22 at night, sitting here checking on him every 15 to 20 minutes to make sure he’s OK and still breathing. I’m gonna be up pretty much all night now checking on him because I’m worried about him and that’s going to really suck for me that I have to be at work tomorrow at 9:30 am. So when I should be sleeping I’m gonna be busy pretty much playing the role of the nurse. Are used to be a nursing assistant so I need my basic training for how to get him to bed and assist him in getting to bed. I knew obviously that if there’s any chance he might vomit he needed to be laying on his side and make you dress I was slightly tilted back so that he’s getting full airflow

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This is the very sad reality of substance abuse.