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I thought that prison would perhaps rehabilitate him, clean him up, at least! However, there are more drugs on the street than there are in prison, and he is using still. He is currently in incarceration, awaiting transfer to another institution.
He had run up a drug debt of nearly $500 in less than three weeks, and I had continually struggled to pay it after once refusing and seeing his face with 3 broken bones. Still, he would not stop. Finally, after hearing his threats of imminent assault on him, I contacted the Supt. and turned the three who were dealing drugs to him in. Of course, there are many more, always will be. Yet, they were responsible for many assaults on inmates and families being blackmailed to keep them safe. He is furious.
I have done all I can. I have finally come to the conclusion that I cannot continue, but feel ill at abandoning him. I still love him. I wish he loved himself. I am tired, I am afraid, and I am so alone. Thank you for listening.
