People Are Revealing the Fastest They've Ever Seen Someone Screw Up Their Own Life

He killed his bully in middle school. He was always taunted, insulted, assaulted both physically and mentally, mugged on a daily basis, and nearly had his neck broken.

The school wouldn't do shit to the degenerates (the school wasn't in a bad part of town but it hard some really shitty pricks)

One day the dick measuring king decides that that day would be the day he would try and ruin my friend's day for good by trying to break his knees with a bat.

As my friend goes up to bat he gets ready to hit ball. The pitcher, not affiliated with the group of thugs, throws it too far in and forces my friend to duck which saved his head from both the ball AND the bat the guy swung from behind.

My friend noticed this, turns around and pulls an MLB swing that connected with the guy's skull, completely shattering it. He dropped dead where he stood.

Suddenly the coaches tackle my friend to the ground and called the police. My friend was arrested and charged for murder.

To this day I don't know if he's alive or dead but all I know is that if the joke of a school system would have done something that he wouldn't have had to stand up for himself.

It's complete bullshit that the very people who preach about how they support anti-bully measures are the same who stands by and do nothing until something tragic happens.

Gary was a nice guy who would help anyone in need. Hell this guy even helped carry me to the nurse when my own group of thugs blinded me with sand and dirt when they tripped me.

Fuck the school system and fuck the people who act like he's the criminal when he had to deal with four years of torture.

[redacted]

An older cousin of mine had a daughter to a wonderful man 12 years her senior with the sole intent of locking him down sugar daddy style.

He had no intention of marrying what was basically a booty call. Happy to help raise the child, pay child support, do all the right things and does so.

We all thought the cousin would go off the rails there, but didn't. Has daughter number one.

When daughter number one is about twelve the cousin meets man number two and has daughter number two. Everything is swell. They're living the dream, going to Disney World, the whole dream.

Find out a few years later man number two is apparently funding it by selling cocaine as a bouncer and out of his auto repair shop.

Cousin samples it one night, had never even smoked a joint before, and promptly goes off the rails.

Within a week shes showing up to his work in pajamas in paranoid fits of rage yelling about coke and him getting bl**jobs from the cocktail girls and all sorts of stuff.

Calling our house in the middle of night asking if we knew who was sucking her man's d, who was stealing the milk out the fridge, all sorts of crazy stuff. 

Man number two promptly cuts bait, kicks her out, applies for sole custody, wins it.

Daughter number one is emancipated at seventeen-ish and has grown up relatively well-adjusted.
Cousin finds an apartment but has added alcohol and pills to the cocaine and can't work.

Daughter number one gets a Facebook message off of her male classmate one night "Is your mum alright?" followed by screenshots of the cousin offering bl**jobs for twenty quid. 

More and more messages roll in over forty eight hours from daughter number one's entire male friend list.

Cousin drops off for a bit until she makes the news/police blotter. Was working for a high-end escort agency and started giving out her personal number to top tier clients in an attempt to circumvent the agency therefore not having to pay a finder's fee.

The agency sent their lads around to rough her up and toss her place. She had a gun held to her head when the police knocked on the door due to a noise complaint.

In her mid-forties by this point and meets a twenty year old soldier. You guessed it, tries to lock him down via pregnancy. Succeeds in doing so. Drinks the entire pregnancy, about a handle of vodka every two days.

Has the little boy who is promptly awarded to the father and never heard of again. Moves in with Grandma to get back on her feet and doesn't make it two weeks before Grandma finds empty handles taped to the inside of the chimney.

Last we heard she was living in a council flat and working low-end prostitution in her early fifties.

Daughter number one is doing alright, well-adjusted but infatuated with locking down a man. She had her first child to a known drug dealer two years ago.

Daughter number two is a complete mess. Despite being awarded custody her father was absentee so she started seeing Mom on the sly.

She posted her first instagram thong pic at thirteen, first ad for selling n**es at fifteen, and now at seventeen constantly posts stuff like "Who wants to buy me some bud? I'll work for it Daddy ;)" 

From being a fantastic mother with some minor attachment issues to working as a fifty-something year-old prostitute out of government housing. It all started with one snort.

/CombatJuicebox/

Not a friend, but myself, and this was on Tuesday of this week. This was by far the stupidest thing I have done. What's worse is I've done this stupid thing thousands of times and been fine.

Now What was that stupid thing you ask?

I work in construction as a framer (well I guess I used to). I was putting a beam in over a wall, standing on the wall.

The best way pick up a big heavy beam is to put a nail in the top and then use your hammer claw to pick up the wood using the nail.

I picked up the beam with my hammer, went to move and my safety rope stopped me. I got frustrated and pulled out about 10 feet of extra slack on the rope (this is the stupid thing I've done a million times before).

Then something happened - my hammer slipped off the nail. The piece didn't drop, but imagine the effect of pulling on about 200lbs and then suddenly that weight isn't there.

I started loosing my balance on top of this 12' tall wall, tried to regain my footing but couldn't,

started to go down and then realized I have about 20' of slack on my lifeline and only 12' to the hard concrete below. I franticly tried to grab the rope but still too much slack.

Before I could finish processing everything I hit the ground and started screaming. my back was in the worst pain ever and I couldn't feel anything below my knees.

The next thing I remember is looking up to the paramedics and nurses wheeling me through the hospital.

The morphine blurred everything after this, but I remember them telling me I broke three vertebrae, two in my lumbar and one in the part above the lumbar. (l2, l3 and c2)

My life is now over because of my laziness. I am properly trained and have all the knowledge I needed to work safe. I could have taken the 5 seconds to shorten my rope to proper length.

I could have attempted to install the beam another way (ladder, crane). I could have asked my teammates for help.

But no, I had to be the hero and do it myself. I will likely never swing a hammer again and will need about two months before I can walk without assistance of another person or my Walker.

I am 25 years old and ruined my career over the course of 30 seconds.

If you work in construction and are exposed to falls, please do the right thing. You have the training, you have the tools, but it's up to you to make it all work.

Falls are killing us. In the province of Ontario we loose about 5-10 people a year to falls like mine, with a population of only 12 million. That's more than killed cops and firefighters combined.
Don't be a statistic. Don't make my mistake. Ive made this mistake so many times before and got away with it. It's the one time you don't get away with it that counts. Say no to any work at heights without proper training and equipment.

And if you do have the training, put your knowledge to use and tie the fuck off. I say again fellow men and women in orange: tie the fuck off. For the love of God tie the fuck off.

[redacted]

So there was this guy I knew from the Navy. He was a few weeks away from discharge. He was also due to be married to a Marine in the States.

He went drinking with his buddies off base in a Japanese bar row.

According to his own admission he was being a total dick to the designated driver and the DD left him to walk home. He started to walk back to base. It started to rain.

He hid under the awning of a nearby Daiei (think Japanese department store). He was stuck there for a while and decided it was a good idea to break into the store to go to the bathroom.

He does his business but notices Japanese Police responded to the break in. He thinks fast. He grabs a jacket from the racks, gets on one of the stands and "strikes a pose".

The Japanese police go in and sweep the area with flashlights. They move past him and do not notice.

He realized that it's only a matter of time the JP will turn around search again with the store's light's on. So he decides it was a good idea to take advantage of the moments while they moved past him and it's still dark.

He starts to bolt to the entrance but almost immediately, the flashlights center right on him. He gets arrested and taken into Japanese police custody.

Basically they charged him with breaking and entering and theft (the jacket). He had to stay 6 months in a Japanese prison.

Because he was a foreigner, they kept him in solitary. He was fed Japanese style meals (rice, fish, and miso with portions much lower than the American standard).

The guy was allowed visitors but they were not allowed many things. We were allowed to give him soft cover books so his friends got him paperback activity books like Sudoku and crosswords.

However we were not allowed to bring in pencils and pens to use them. One of the guys had crayons for his daughter in his car. The Japanese gave us the "dai jou bu" So he was given a regular supply of crayons and paperback books.

After 6 months, his cell was plastered with crayons scribbling because he would use the floor or wall to sharpen the crayons so he can write in his books.

He had a giant stack of activity books including coloring books. He had lost nearly half his girth.

When he was finally brought back to his temporary barracks room, he begged me to get him $30 worth McDonalds.

Usually one person would never be able to scarf all that down in one sitting but be damned if I didn't see him down all of it in an hour.

At his Captain's mast, he pretty much just begged the CO, "I just spent 6 months in a Japanese prison. Anything you can give me won't amount to that, so please just let me have it."

Captain obliges. He was busted down to E3, and dishonorable separation from the Navy. Also the Marines did not want him in their property.

His wife was more or less forced to divorce the guy out of convenience.

/asianwaste/

There was a guy I know named Larry. He was always kind of an idiot when it came to social cues, and definitely has some sort of undiagnosed mental disorder, but despite all the odds, Larry was a guy who "got it together" really early in life.

After we graduated high school, he became an EMT, and eventually a paramedic, all before turning 19. He bought and paid for his car, in full, before we graduated high school.

He had already started building a savings account, and had over 5-figures saved away by 20 years old. I don't know a single other 20 year old who, despite being an insufferable buffoon in social situations, had their priorities so... covered.

...but then 21 came, and Larry started drinking. It became clear immediately that he was a problem drinker. Larry was "that guy" who ALWAYS got too fucked up at a party. He'd vomit everywhere, shit his pants, piss himself, start fights, get the cops called, etc.

I had never truly seen a bad alcoholic before Larry. Somehow, despite his numerous stupid choices relating to his personal life, he managed to separate who he was outside of work and who he was during work completely.

Then he got into his first relationship. The girl only asked one thing of Larry; "Stop drinking, because it turns you into a different person." She was probably the best thing that ever happened to him.

He lost like 40lbs, stopped smoking and drinking, really turned his personal life around and made him mature, and seemingly overnight.... but Larry had a total fuck-up of a brother named Troy.

Troy is drunk Larry, but with none of the professional discipline or decency. He's the guy that you kinda hope kills himself because it is the best possible outcome for his life (if you want more details, PM). He hated seeing Larry do better than him, and constantly tried to get in between him and his girlfriend. He also egged Larry on in the worst possible way.

"C'mon bro, don't be a bitch and let a bitch tell you how to live. Let's fucking drink, fuck her." he'd say. Larry, for awhile, did alright at ignoring it.

But like all addicts, all it took was that one time where he didn't turn down the drink before his life went spiraling down the drain. Here's a real-time breakdown of the timeline.

9:00pm on Thursday: Larry and Troy decide to start drinking heavily at a bar11:00pm: Larry's girlfriend calls him, realizes he has been drinking, chews him out. 

Larry curses her out, and she says "I'm done with this relationship.", and Larry proceeds to spaz out and drink more.

1:00am Friday: Larry gets pulled over and gets a DUI, after blowing a .38.

8:00am: Larry stupidly makes a braggard Facebook post about his now-ex-gf being a dumb bitch, and about being arrested.

12:00pm: Larry is fired from being a Paramedic, due to his DUI. His career is over.4:00pm: Larry starts drinking again, trying to drown his problems out, seemingly having learned nothing.

8:00pm: Larry, while drunk, decides to spot check his ex-gf's house. He sees another guy over there (a friend who was consoling her post break-up) and sees them embrace. He flips out, slams the 5th of tequila, and peels out in a fit of rage.

8:07pm: Larry drunkenly drives his car directly into a tree, totaling his vehicle. Rather than wait at the scene, he runs to his home (4 blocks away) and calls and reports his vehicle as stolen.

8:30pm: Police arrive at his house, and check in with him and let him know his car was found totaled. He is bleeding out of his head and sweating terribly. The officer asks him if he wrecked his own vehicle and fled the scene, and he denies it. He is breathalyzed, and then arrested.

8:11am on Saturday: Larry is bailed out of jail by his brother for $2,000.00. He doesn't even get to the parking lot before he is re-arrested for filing a fraudulent police report.

Over the next few weeks, having clearly given up on life, Larry maxed out all his credit cards. He spent over $31,000 on alcohol, cocaine, and weed in like 5 weeks.

His credit was destroyed, and he was literally trying to trade McDonald's coupons for beer money with bartenders.

/Cymdai/

Long, but totally worth it. My first husband was a truck driver, and our extended family would go camping on the coast every year.

He had made a few friends at the company he worked for and became somewhat good friends with one guy in particular. He had invited us over to watch the Superbowl with his wife and kids. When we get there, he's got this house and furnishings that ...well, you're not going to be able to afford any of this on a truck driver's salary. We weren't sure, exactly, what his wife did.

It sounded like she stayed home with the kids, but maybe she worked form home, too, right? So we invited them to join us for our family camping trip over the week of the 4th of July later that year.

They show up in this big SUV, the two of them, their two kids, and an older teenage boy that they said sometimes helps them watch the kids. My ex's friend immediately sits down and starts drinking to catch up with the rest of the guys. A few hours later, we decide to go down to the beach.

We head down first, he says he's going to grab his wife and the kids and head down. They'd be right behind us. No one really questioned any of this as his wife and the neighbor kid were both capable of driving and sober.

We get down to the beach and are climbing our way down over the dune to get to the water and their SUV comes flying over the dune and heads straight for the water.

We proceed to watch the guy take his SUV right down to the water to try and recreate one of those car commercials where the car drives down the beach with the water coming in.

Well, the SUV sinks down into the wet sand. They spin their tires a bunch of times before they get out of the vehicle to inspect the problem.

Seems, he got this 4-wheeling flag so that they could ride down onto the beach. He didn't understand that this was for a little ATV, not their SUV. Also, driving on this particular beach is illegal.... and he was the one driving and he was drunk.

Realizing this was going to get him in some serious trouble if he gets caught, he proceeds to get back in the vehicle to go on back to the campground.

He just keeps gunning it and buries that thing up to the frame. He starts screaming at everyone about how they're going to get this car out. Fast forward an hour or so and I'm taking pictures of waves breaking on his SUV. They finally call a tow truck and the tow truck driver brings a state trooper.

Lucky for him, it's been long enough that he's sober again. Unfortunately for him, they arrested him for driving on the beach. He swings at the cop and now it's assaulting an officer. The officer carts him off to jail, the tow truck driver gets the SUV out of the surf and we head back to camp.

A call to the jail tells her that he's going to be held overnight. So when it's bedtime she takes both of the little kids and the teenager to sleep in the same tent together because the kids are freaked out.

Next morning, my husband takes them down to pick him up and bring him back. Now my ex's dad advises them that they need to get rid of that vehicle asap because all the salt water in the engine is going to cause major issues with the vehicle. He could care less. He's pissed.

He's freaking out on his wife calling her a whore for "sleeping" with the teenager while he was in jail. It was a scene. He gets even more pissy and tells everyone to get in the vehicle, they're going home. She tells him to screw off. She did nothing with the kid, but she's leaving.

Turns out, they're not married. The kids aren't even his. She's getting a cab to her mother's house. So she takes the kids and leaves him there. He gets more angry and leaves in the SUV.

On the way home, the engine seizes up, and he has to get the vehicle towed. The next Monday, my ex doesn't see his friend at work so he gives him a call.

Turns out the incident on the beach caused him to have his license suspended and the entirety of the circumstances surrounding the event has been explained by his "wife" to the company they work for, and a truck driver without a license no longer has a job.

Additionally, the house they were living in is an extremely expensive rental in his name only, and all of their furnishings were also rented, and he can't afford any of it on his own, less so without a job. The guy lost everything in one weekend over the stupid decision to drive on the beach. He moved away not long after that.

/msmoirai/

Former VP of Finance at my current company (a major airline that paid him close to 7 figures annually) brought his laptop computer down to be fixed. 

Apparently, he was seeing... pop ups and it was slowing his computer down quite a bit.

Since he was the VP of our company, answering only to the CEO, my IT department had to give him special 'drop everything and fix it' treatment. 

I got the honor of fixing the laptop.

When backing up his files, I discovered a hidden folder. 

Curiosity got the better of me, and I found about 20GB of [explicit] videos and pictures. 

Some of which featured children.

VP was taken out of the building in handcuffs, and ended up [taking his life] shortly after.

Chingparr

When I was younger, I was friends with a really good natured, bright guy who was a successful designer that worked with tons of businesses in our area and had made quite a successful network for himself.

He was a photoshop/illustrator/web design master. Guy had made a great living for himself that paid the bills and potentially much more.

Around 2006, he started mingling with the wrong crowd and came up with a "brilliant" idea. These people who he started hanging around with were junkies and naturally, they wanted Roxies/Oxycodone.

He and I'm assuming the people he was hanging around with hatched a plan that utilized (and potentially multiple) closed down practice(s). He bought a few Tracfones and gave them to a few of these acquaintances to answer, and they used it to imitate a now defunct office.

Then he found prescription pads and notes from the closed down practices. He updated and changed all of the info on the doctors notes to the spoofed information, which is a pretty big reason our entire area (and potentially the entire state) now has an extremely extensive check of this information as of now.

He established an entire network that would then hit every pharmacy in the area with these doctored notes with retarded refill amounts.

The pharmacy would call the Tracfone to confirm the validity of the prescription, and the person on the line would imitate the "operating" practice.

The pharmacy would prescribe these ridiculous dosages without a bat of the eye. There was money in both directions, whether insurance or money out of pocket was used.

He would then pay these people with some of the pills they obtained or cover the money spent, and would sell them in bulk amounts to people who were well established dealers in the area.

He was making an insane amount of money from doing this for over a year... until police caught him passed out in his car with a needle in his arm, an entire stack of these doctored notes, guns, a very large amount of cash, and a large amount of pills (way over the minimum for a trafficking charge).

Very sustainable evidence that it was him running a fraudulent practice.

He was sentenced to upwards of 10 years in prison; however, he was extremely well behaved for the first year and they allowed him to enter a diversion program where he would live in a facility that allowed its residents to leave and reenter the workforce over time.

The rules at this facility were very strict. One wrong move and you'd be back in prison to serve out the remainder of your original sentence. He lived there for 2 years, finding a job in graphic design once again and abiding the rules.

When his two years was up, he moved out of the facility in 2010 and got his own place with the money he was being paid at his already established job.

He once again engaged with the same people that got him into this lifestyle and since the state had locked down the previously lax rules regarding prescriptions, he started shopping doctors trying to reestablish his fraudulent organization.

He was eventually arrested again in 2011 for burglary of a structure with deadly weapon fire, which I assume was to get money to score either heroin or Oxys. He posted bail which was upwards of $100k and left the state as soon as he could find a way out.

He evaded law enforcement from 2011 to 2015. I lost contact with him in 2012. From communication between myself and a few people who knew him before he entered his volatile lifestyle, he was still alive and well, but concerns of being caught by law enforcement was increasing as they were closing in on his location and whereabouts.

In 2015, the pressure was too much and he ended his life in an abandoned warehouse. The story goes that he was hanging out, drinking with a few of his friends. They all went outside to smoke a cigarette while he stayed inside of this abandoned warehouse. He started playing Russian Roulette by himself and ultimately hit the jackpot.

I don't know the validity of this story, but that's what the people who were with him at the time said. The assumption is that he would spent the rest of his life in a prison, and quite frankly, he didn't want to do that. I miss the friend I had. Not the friend the state and LEO knew him as, but my real friend.

/T3RM2/

First time posting. Title made me remember this kid who got really f**d up by Chinese police:

Back in 2015 I was an exchange student in Shanghai, China. Since I moved there alone, I didnt know anyone, so in an effort to find friends I bought a skateboard and googled (read: Baidu'ed) where the best skate spots were.

I have always dabbled with skateboarding, and I figured it would be a good way to make friends.

Anyways, I found out that the local hang-out spot where all the skaters meet is this park in the middle of city centre, called Love Park (or LP for short). I went there, and sure enough, plenty of skaters of all levels were hanging out.

I'd say about 70% were foreigners like myself, while there were a few local skaters as well.One of the local skaters (I never got his name) was this kid, maybe 18-19 years old. 

He wasnt very good at skating, but he seemed to love the culture and punk-ness of it: he used to wear socks with marijuana leaves on, had Thrasher hoodies and tattoos, and was just always super stoked on everyone's skating. Every time I went to LP he was there.

One of the things he always loved to joke around with was this photoshopped image of chairman Mao that he had printed out on A4 paper sheets.

He had edited a do-rag, grills and a fat gold chain on him that said 'Thug Life'. He thought it was f**kin hilarious, and would show this to everyone, all the time.

So this one time we were skating at LP, a big cop car pulls in, lights flashing and all. The cops step out and have a few words with some of the local skaters (I still don't know what they said, but I am guessing they had gotten a complaint or something).

Skating isnt illegal in China, and especially not in LP, so the locals talk to the cops, and the cops walk back to their patrol car, seeming like they are about to leave us alone.

In that moment, when they are about to pull out onto the road, the local chinese skater kid runs over to the cop car and slaps the edited Mao-poster on the cop's windshield.

I don't understand why, maybe he thought it was funny, or he just wanted to show a little punk-spirit or show off in front of the other skaters.

The cops get out of the car, drag him around the back and throws him inside the back of their van. The cops go in with him and close the door behind them.

For the next few minutes, the cops beat the shit out of him. We could see the van rocking back and forth with the rumble inside, and we could hear the kid screaming in pain and desperation.

We quickly huddled around the van and started banging on the walls, begging them to stop, but when they finally did, the two cops just stepped out of the van,

a little sweaty and roughed up, got in the front seats, and took off with the kid still in the back. His skateboard and backpack was left behind.

I never saw him again, even though I went back to LP at least 20 times after that. Dont know what happened to him.

China has tough laws about political stuff, so my fear is that he was either put in jail or in one of those political concentration camps they claim not to have over there. I hope he is allright.

/anon091772/

My mate is a good guitarist and can sing. He's had a couple of bands and at his peak had a song on a popular radio channel in Sydney called Triple-J.

Anyway, he'd swing between marketing and musician as money became an issue or didn't. He got involved helping a mate out who self funded an EP.

They worked on it together, the friend writing all the lyrics and main structures, then they changed and added stuff together.

Technically he was along for the ride but had solid input. I think they did a show or two at local pubs.
Then one day my mate calls me saying they're on the Vans Warped Tour!! I'm like.. "Wow, that's.. fucking epic..? How are you funding it?" and he goes on to tell me "They're paying us!

And they're giving us instrument budgets and allowances and clothes and a bus. Man it's awesome! We're sponsored!".

The singer/main song writer quit his job, the musician whose studio recorded the EP closed his studio, my mate quit his marketing job and they created a website etc.

In the week leading up to the tour they shipped their instruments overseas to a studio so they could rehearse for a week prior. Everything was in motion. Contracts were signed.

Flights were booked. We didn't catch up but texted goodlucks and what not. It was legit.. stoked for my mate for finally getting his rockstar dream fulfilled.

The day of I get a phone call from my mate and he's clearly been crying. He's distraught. He's at the airport and I'm thinking he's missed the flight. He says "It was all bullshit". I'm like "what? what do you mean?!" and he goes on to describe.

The drummer, who owned the studio they recorded the EP in, had a friend who worked in marketing for something related to music.

She basically became their 'agent' of sorts as she was a fan and had experience. It turns out she made the whole fucking thing up.

She fabricated the Vans Warped Tour offer, she doctored contracts, even used a credit card of hers to give them a 'sponsor' initial payment to buy some gear. She faked flight bookings, hotel bookings, passes.. like everything. It was a complete fucking con job.

By the time they arrived at the airport and things started not adding up she had checked into hospital for a mental breakdown, organised to fly home with her father who paid the flight as she'd used all her money bullshitting the band and left the country.

The police saw no recourse and the whole thing became a case of a 'learning experience'.

My mate went back to his marketing job as by all accounts he was 'along for the ride'. He didn't have responsibilities prior and it didn't affect him as much.

He came to mine from the airport and stayed with me for a few days before he found a place.

The night he came over we were offered a threesome by the neighbour but that's another story. The main guy in the band had packed his entire life up and sold all his shit. It was horrible.

The drummer had closed his studio, sold off the equipment and invested himself into it. They recovered fairly well but their lives were temporarily, by all accounts, ruined.

/ragneg9/

I never have any stories to add to these normally, but in this case, I do. Sorry for any formatting errors, I'm doing this on my phone.

There was this kid that I knew in high school that was incredibly popular in the drama department,

and most of the guys in school were jealous of him due to the fact that he had a way with the ladies, if you know what i mean.

Rugged good looks, played guitar and wrote songs, large circle of friends, this guy had a lot going for him. There were rumors of sexual assault from a few of the girls in school, but no one ever officially reported him.

And many other girls swore up and down this guy was a living angel. Looking back, couple of red flags right there.Fast forward to just a few years ago, him and another girl from my high school were living in a trailer and doing meth and coke, and in their drug fueled haze took a dog shock collar and cinched it around the girls' daughters neck, 

and would proceed to violently shock and/or beat her every day for a few weeks.

The girl ended up reporting him for abuse of both herself and her daughter, and tried to pin it all on him by saying he kidnapped her and her kid and beat them senseless every day.

Turns out that was a lie, as she was the one who'd bought the dog collar and suggested "punishing" this little girl, which I'll get to in a second, and they both went to prison pending trial.

Some incredibly fucked up stuff, like the dog collar, was all that made it into the news originally,

but when it went to trial it came out that they had been violently torturing this poor girl, forcing her to sit on ice after caking her in salt, forcing her to sing the ABC's, and when she'd sing it wrong they'd shove her face in a toilet until she passed out.

Force her to hold heavy books out at arms length, and would beat her with the books when she dropped them.

Sleep deprivation, locking her in a suitcase for a few days, rape, the list goes on.

Forgot to mention, this little girl was four years old. She wound up with life altering injuries on her back, butt, face, legs, and arms, and will likely never be the same again.

Both of them are serving life sentences, last I saw, and due to the crimes they committed,

I wouldn't be surprised if someone told me either of them were killed in prison. I don't think it's unwarranted.

I'm sure if they'd made the decision to not do drugs things would be different, but it was wild to read about how a string of bad decisions over the course of two weeks or so irrevocably ruined the lives of two otherwise promising young adults, and changed a little girls life for the worst.

The families were shunned in the local community as well, and the guys mom ended up having to move away due to the harassment.

I'm just today finishing up a two-week vacation, and it's gone by in a flash, so I feel it definitely fits in here. Don't do drugs, or kids.

/CapnCrunch314/

Guy I know was a senior in high school dating a junior. They break up.

He spends the 3 days after coming to our class to "talk to her" but honestly it was more like harassing.

Dude seemed to slowly start becoming unhinged. He started blackmailing her saying he'd send her nudes to everyone at school unless they got back together.

They got back together. For a day. He was stupid to think you could actually threaten someone to love you.

She then got some bravery, and just broke up with him and decided to not be blackmailed.
The next day he shows up to school with a knife. He wants to talk to her again "as friends", and when she comes to him (no one else around) he draws the knife on her and lunges. He misses, luckily.

He then gets frustrated and throws the knife at her, also misses. She goes straight to the office. Tells them he tried to stab her. He then gets arrested.

It was all a series of unfortunate events fueled by stupidity after this point.

So as I was saying, he gets arrested. His charges are now.

Possession of child p****graphy (he was 18 too). Intent to distribute said child pornography (the blackmailing).

Trying to fucking stab someone (assault with a deadly weapon).

His parents bail him out (heard it was 10k? I dunno how the law works that was just the rumor around the school).

He is banned from coming back to school, and cannot set foot on any other campus within the district. Can't be within 100 feet.

What does he do? He comes right back to our school, to talk to the girl during lunch. She, unsurprisingly, does not want to talk! He tried to stab her after all.

So he follows her around to class and at some point the school cop catches wind that this guy is back on campus and arrests him. He is swiftly taken back to jail.

He has broken the terms of said bail. But, his parents bailed him out again! And I'm happy to say they actually kept his ass out of trouble this time around.

But now he has child p****graphy charges following him around and getting any jobs are going to be tough for him.

To this day his snapchat is full of shit like "doing community service thanks to some fucking thot"

"can't believe some whore ruined my life" you get the gist. He still hasn't taken responsibility for it.

/FijiTearz/

Honestly? ProJared I guess it was not really a fast way, since what he had been doing had been going on for months, probably even years, but it was just the way it all suddenly came crashing together in such an instant that amazes me.

For those who don't know or are just not caught up on the situation, ProJared, whose real name is Jared Knabenbauer, is a youtube gamer/game reviewer with around 1 million subscribers.

He's also a member of NormalBoots, a group of youtube gamers like SpaceHamster, Jontron (who left later), PBG, etc. (PBG and Jared are also friends, this becomes relevant a bit further down.).

Projared is also married to Heidi O'Ferrall, a semi-known cosplayer. This is what you need to know as I explain what occured in less than 24 hours:

Jared has two channels, ProJared and ProJaredPlays, the former of which he has not put out a video on in the better part of 4-5 months, stating that he was going through a lot of personal matters.

These personal matters all came to light some days ago when he announced on twitter that he and his wife were getting a divorce, making a very big deal about how they were both leaving the marriage gracefully and respectfully.

This was immediately followed by his wife revealing that she had no idea what the statement was, because Jared had blocked her from seeing his twitter right before.

This was a bad enough move in its own, until she also revealed the PROPER reason for their divorce: Jared had been fucking another woman, behind her back, for a whiiiiile.

A tasteless move in its own right, until it was revealed that the woman he'd been cheating with was Holly Conrad, the ex-wife of Ross O'Donovan, known as RubberNinja on Youtube, famous for working with the Gamegrumps a channel with 5 million subscribers.

People were quick to look through their different twitter feeds and other social medias, realizing Jared's affair most likely started a year ago, right after Ross and Holly's divorce, and possibly even began before they announced their divorce

(Meaning it's possible Ross found out about an affair and divorced because of it, though it's most likely he wouldn't have known it was Jared or this story would probably have broken out earlier).

To add onto this mess, multiple people then came out about a private 18+ Tumblr group Jared had been running for the express purpose of sharing and receiving nude photographs between him and his female fans behind his Wife's back.

It was also then revealed that two of the women in this group were 16 which is underage in the US. (It's also worth mentioning so- Just SO- Many explicit photos of Jared surfaced because of this.)

Of course, this all caused a MASSIVE Twitter storm of posts, comments, pictures, etc.

PBG was questioned about all of this, and it's been pretty well theorized that he's been lied to about aaaaall of this from Jared. He also, understandably, decided not to comment on this case since he basically found out at the same time as everyone else, except he was friends with the guy, though he's made a statement later that he apologizes for any unsavory comments he's made at people asking him about this, though it seems excessive to do so since any decent friend would be understandably upset and defensive if they saw someone they care about suddenly be accused of so many horrible things, even if they later turn out to be true.

So to summarize, Jared: -Revealed he was getting divorced -Was revealed to be cheating on his wife -The woman he cheated with was the ex-wife of a MORE famous youtuber -It was revealed they were most likely still married when the affair began

-It was revealed Jared had a private group to share nudes with fans -Jared has most likely been lying to one of his best friends for years -Two of the fans turned out to be minors (Regardless of whether he knew or not, which we don't know yet, that's NOT good for him)

And all of this was in less than 24 hours. He's essentially turned 4 different fanbases against him, not counting his own, which totals a good 5-7 times more subscribers than even He has, though in that short while he's already lost close to 20% of his subscribers, no Joke.

It's a Trainwreck for sure, but a trainwreck that's lasting for a week so far, and literally NOTHING is playing in Jared's favor in all of this.

/HarmonicTurmoil/

Few years back, I moved into a house with a basement apartment. The top floor was me and my roommate, and the basement was a nice nerdy couple with a cute corgi puppy.

He was a software engineer getting his masters, and she was a college professor of history.We'd invite them up for dinner or drinks, throw joint parties together, BBQ in the backyard.

Roommate and I even invited the woman up for a girls night where we watched movies and painted our nails and all the sterotypical girly things while her fiance had a D&D session downstairs.

Everything started very slowly. We start hearing their puppy crying downstairs while they were out, and they gave us permission to let him out to go to the backyard.

The crying gets worse, and one weekend they ask us to watch him. There's no dog food in the house and the poor thing is starving. We buy a bag of puppy food and leave it in their apartment for when they get home.

One day, they pull me aside and ask if I can loan them a little bit of cash, because their student financial aid hadn't come in yet and they didn't have any food.

No problem, I say, and I give them about $300 to go grocery shopping. I later find out that they asked my roommate the same thing around the same time and she gave them money as well.

Then things started disappearing from the garage. We'd turned the garage into a central hang-out location, as none of our cars would fit in it and it was the main entrance to their apartment.

The lawn mower was gone one day, so was the barbeque, a collection of glass bottles I'd been saving for a craft project, all gone.

People started showing up at our house at odd hours of the night, parking in the driveway, knocking on their apartment door, and leaving soon after. My roommate and I were nearly on the verge of calling the cops.

They started picking fights with us, screaming at us about parking in the driveway, yelling about us doing laundry downstairs and it being too loud, etc.

We asked for our money back and they came up with more reasons to scream at us and slam doors.

Finally, the Sheriff showed up and served them with eviction papers. They hadn't paid their rent in three months.

They started pleading with us to help them pay their rent, but we'd discussed it and presented a united front against loaning them any more money.

They moved out in a frenzy the day before their eviction, taking just about everything from the garage that wasn't bolted down.

But we live in a small college town, so I heard stories and know basically what happened.

Turns out they'd gotten addicted to heroin by accident. A friend said they'd taken a hit from a friend at a party and that was the moment it all went south.

Few weeks later, they tried to apply for a loan and a meth pipe fell out of one of their pockets onto the bank floor. Their cute corgi puppy was seen by a mutual friend in the animal shelter. One day, I left my office downtown and saw their car parked across the street.

They were asleep in the front seat of it. They both got fired from their jobs around town, including the cushy college professor job the woman had. Last I heard, they'd moved to a town a few hours away to move in with his parents.

/venustas/

This happened to a close friend about ten years ago. I had known this guy for almost 20 years when all this happened. So, this guy was incredibly smart and capable, I mean, way above average intellectually, physically...but emotionally, was a bit off.

This guy could fix anything, cars, computers, construction, you name it. And he was incredibly disciplined as well. He didn't do anything halfway.

Despite all this, though, he was always sort of the socially awkward guy, always prone to believe in conspiracy theories, and kind of gullible.

Though he was an attractive guy, his personality was so domineering and self righteous he had a hard time with the ladies.

He was also kind of creepy as far as women are concerned (so they'd tell me about him.) So, this guy was always looking for a way out of the rat race.

He wanted to find the get rich quick scheme that would put enough money in his pocket that he could focus purely on research. He wanted to invent or discover the "zero energy" machine....he essentially believed the secret to "free energy" was right around the corner.

So, this guy had a great job as a network engineer. He was married, had a house and several kids with his wife who always seemed pleasant enough when I was around her, but he believed (as he related to me) to be having numerous affairs behind his back.

For unknown reasons, he lost his job and instead of looking for another one decided to go into business as a pot grower.

This was a few years before the legalization wave so there was quit a bit of risk to him. He tried to pull me into it as well, but fortunately, I was smart enough to stay clear of that.

The guy maxed out two credit cards and bought tens of thousands of dollars worth of equipment and create a sophisticated hydroponic grow room in his garage. He ordered some great strains from Amsterdam and taught himself how to create a first class product.

Things were going well for him as far as I knew. He had been doing this for about two years and I guess it was paying off.

One day, he calls and tells me he got busted.... then related a strange series of details of which I'm still not sure of.... but he and his wife had started playing around with other women as a threesome, somewhere along the lines the wife allegedly started smoking crack or meth and was hiding it from him.

He confronted her about it and she got angry ...and the next thing he knows, someone (allegedly his wife) makes an anonymous tip and the dude gets raided.

The cops cart away all of his growing supplies, guns and computers....and on the computers...they find TONS and TONS of p***.

He was apparently automatically downloading porn images from usenet newsfeeds without even looking at them. Just for his archives.

In what must have been 100s of thousands of images, the police find 2 or 3 that they claim are child porn, and pop him with those charges.

I'll skip over all the details, but then the wife made allegations of child abuse and now the dude is sitting in prison for the rest of his life.

I mean, this guy got sentenced to 100s of years, not 100, not 200, not 300, but 400+ years in prison, consecutively!! He wouldn't plead guilty because he said he was innocent of everything but the weed charges, so they roasted his ass.

Dude lost everything- wife, kids, house, family, freedom, respect... hell, to this day, I have a hard time being his friend because I just don't know if the allegations are true.

I want to believe he is innocent, but ... what if he's not. I guess this wasn't the "fastest" way to ruin your life, but it certainly was effective.

/escaparmirealidad/

My dad went through his life trying to beat his own record. I have my own memories of him, the stories my mom has told me, and the stories he told me.

Several times throughout his life he'd make a stupid decision only to fail upwards- except for the last few.

He threw a brick at a mentally disabled kid's head when he was a boy. The brick caved in the kid's skull, but he lived. Nobody ever found out/ proved it was him that did it.

When he was dating my mom, he drove her around without a licence or insurance. He got pulled over, and attempted to flee into a nearby neighborhood to lose the cop.

That didn't work. The cop found them immediately, but decided to let him off with a warning.

He broke my collarbone when I was a baby. He got angry because I wouldn't stop crying. He was in the military, and I was taken to a military hospital.

The doctor "knew" the break was due to abuse, but my mom covered for my dad- saying she dropped me due to a lack of sleep.

He cheated on my mom, and she kicked him out. He kept seeing the woman, and when she left him, he suggested getting back together with my mom, who gladly accepted despite him not actually changing his ways.

He committed insurance fraud. He was planning to start a home business with a friend, and even made an addition to our home.

The friend pulled out halfway through the addition's construction. He tried to press on without a partner, and we went broke because of it. So he staged a break in, destroyed most of the addition in the process, and claimed a lot of items had been stolen- when they weren't.

The "burglar(s)" decided to go through several walls in the addition to gain access to the house, instead of a window or door. He got paid, though, I never found out how much.

My older brother's teacher called CPS on my dad several times, and each time they interviewed us with him in the room. Obciously we lied and said he was a good dad.

The mistake that finally caught up with him, was when he took an anti-psychotic alongside a pill to prevent excessive sweating- which you're not supposed to do, at least not these specific pills.

The doctor and pharmacy didn't catch that he was taking both simultaneously, and the end result was that he got NMS- Neuro (edit: Neuroleptic) Malignant Syndrome.

The after effects of the NMS left him mostly bedridden and in immense pain- which he started taking opiods for.

He got addicted, then got my mom hooked too, and he very quickly ruined his life.

After tanking his credit and my mom's to get their fix, he started tanking mine and my older brother's shortly after we became adults.

He ended up dying alone in a hospital bed in our living room a few months after I abandoned him. I wasn't sad that he died, but I was sad he never got any real comeuppance.

I rarely think about him, and when I do, it's just to remember what a lucky piece of shit he was.

/ChokinMrElmo/

My sister's husband... First, this guy was completely worthless and a liar. You know how you can meet someone and instantly know just by looking in his face that he's scum?

That was him when I first met him. My sister moved in with him, got pregnant from him, married him.

Almost three years ago they were still married and raising two daughters. They got evicted but managed to somehow find a new place to move into (amazing given how most apartments will not rent to you if you've ever been evicted), and within three months they were getting evicted again.

Now, he had a job when they were dating, at this point their oldest daughter is 15 years old, almost 16, and she has no memory of her dad ever having a job.

His solution to avoiding eviction was to tell my sister to call everyone in her phone's contact list and beg for money while he did some black tar heroin and got drunk (explains why they had no money for rent). She called our step-brother's wife, a woman who makes well into the 6 figures.

She could loan you $5,000 faster than a payday loan company (she and I get along great, but I'd never ask her for money, we aren't close enough for that even though she'd probably be willing).

She was willing to give them the money, no strings, no need to pay it back. Our step-mom told her not to do it. They are in this mess because of their bad choices and to let them figure out the solution on their own.

Then step-mom called me and told me about my sister begging for money and NOT to loan one red cent (I bailed my sister out of jail the year before and she didn't believe that she should pay me back the bail money. I learned not to give my sister any money).

Two hours later I was visiting the ER to see my sister. When the family refused to bail my sister and her family out of their situation, my sister's husband snapped.

He beat my sister, choked her until she passed out (my sister says that she believed that she was going to die at that point), put her nose in his mouth and ripped one nostril off her face.

When the 15 year old daughter saw this, she grabbed a sword and was going to kill him, he knocked the sword from her and choke slammed her into the ground.

He was arrested, while yelling angrily and asking for someone, anyone, to kill him. He remained in jail until his trial (no one bailed him out, some were willing to until they learned what he did, then they decided that he was best left behind bars).

The state (Texas) wanted 25 years for the savage, almost animalistic attack on my sister as well as the attack on the daughter.

Since he had no prior arrests he was sentenced to a 6 month boot camp like program followed by parole upon successful completion of the program. He was also ordered to go through alcohol and drug counseling as well as anger management.

Restraining order against him from my sister and their kids. Double felon (assault on his wife, assault on a minor) who can't own any form of a weapon.

On probation for like 10 years where if he fucks up he can get his parole taken away and go back for the full 25 years.

Not only can he not own a weapon, but there is random drug and alcohol testing. He has to pay for the testing, his monthly P.O. visits, pay child support, as well as restitution on top monthly bills such as rent and utilities.Every so often I search his name to see what pops up. His been arrested a few more times. One was over the course of Thanksgiving the first year after he completed the program, and last year he was picked up for public intoxication and giving the arresting officer a false name. 

He hasn't paid any money in child support, nor has he made any effort to see (he is allowed chaperoned visitation), or even contact them (direct contact is not allowed, but they can go through lawyers).

/GreatJanitor/

I am friends with a guy and through him knew his younger sister. Smart, pretty, cool.

She was a doing well in college. Meets a guy and decided to get married after a few weeks without telling anyone.

So she moves in with him and all of the sudden he has too much back pain to work, so she's trying to take classes and support them both.

He lays around all day smoking pot which she buys for his pain, while she does school and waits tables all night.

She also likes to party with him. It's revealed they've both been doing a lot of acid.

She, of course drops out of college a few credits short of graduating.

(by this point her parents and friends are begging her to come to her senses and take their help to get back and finish college, invite both of them to move in and do all the drugs they want as long as she finishes school)

Her and the husband decided the student loans plus both his and her car loans are too much, so they park the cars at the bank with notes in the windshield that they do not want them any more and disappeared.

They left a note for her parents that they were moving "out west or to Mexico" and haven't been heard from in over 15 years.

My friend heard rumors that the guy was pimping his sister out at one point, but that was after they left that he heard, too late to do anything.

About 5 years ago he told me he thinks she's probably dead, but the parents are expecting her to come back any day now. The parents used to be joyous people.

She loved her parents so much and didn't want to go away to college, she commuted to a university in the city. She was a junior when she met him.

We smoked weed and she always looked down on us for it, so her doing acid and weed and ecstacy all of the sudden was really shocking.

The family wasn't very religious but the husband got her obsessed with the book of Revaluations, and one of the interactions I had with her we were all high and she told me that the world was ending soon and I needed to read Revaluations.

They disappeared on purpose to get out of all the loan debt. It's believed that they changed identities.

There's some confusion amongst the friend group if the guy was Mormon or not, but my closest friend is convinced she's living in a Fundamentalist Mormon cult in Northern Mexico, which he says is a thing.

I agree with the brother that they both probably got into harder drugs and she's dead.

There's addiction in the family and she went from not drinking to daily weed/acid/rolls so quick. And moving away from family to pursue drugs is classic addict behavior.

/Joliet_Jake_Blues/

Okay, here we go. This starts out pretty innocent sounding, but it got messy so damn fast. A friend of mine, let's call her Sarah, had broken up with a long-term boyfriend a few months ago and was not dealing great, but it was hard to spot because she was mostly angry about the time she had wasted on him.

My bf has a lot of single male friends, and we were trying to spend more time with her and involve her in group stuff to cheer her up. She immediately asks me who of these guys is single. Because there is already a significant issue with all my friends being single girls and all my bf's friends being single guys I kind of go "oh boy here we go again", but I tell her.

So she decides to chat up this one guy via text and he goes for it. I mean really goes for it. He is so totally into her - and she instantly goes "eh, you know, I like these other two guys better". At this point though, everyone has noticed there's something going on between the other guy and her so it's super awkward that she wants to flirt with the other guys in the group. He eventually tells her he has feelings, she shoots him down.

Out of "respect" for him she doesn't hang out with the group for a few weeks, telling me the whole time how "her life is ruined" and she was finally starting to feel ok for the first time since the breakup. Things even out, she's hanging out with the group again. She finds out one of the guys she was interested in was interested in one of our other friends beforehand.

And to be honest, this is where I should have cut my losses and told her to just stop, but I was trying to be nice and supportive. See, this guy, let's call him Sam, had been on three dates with the girl he liked, and nothing had happened on them, the girl had called it off. She wanted me to keep it under wraps because awkward.

So Sarah decides to get mad at me for not telling her this thing that had nothing to do with her and that I had been specifically told not to tell her by someone else. When I tell her this, she just goes on about how hurt her feelings are, about how she hates Sam now and everything is terrible forever.

And then it really went to shit. Dude #1 is still totally interested, and is consistently flirting with her and trying to make it happen, and I keep saying she needs to talk to him or at least stop hanging out with him and giving him hope.

She says "nope, none of your business", which is true, but I feel guilty for starting the whole mess. At the same time, she is secretly dating Sam (I mean, I know about it, and so do half of the guys, but not guy #1). Eventually they are so obvious, my BF decides enough is enough and he has to tell his buddy what's going on because it's really rude.

Literally as soon as guy #1 finds out, Sarah decides she's really not feeling the relationship with Sam. Allegedly because she hurt the other guy so much. This takes place in august. Now, in comes another female friend, Anna.

She's getting out of a super shitty relationship, and another of my BF's single friends, Finn, has been interested for a while. Sarah notices this. Sarah, still in a relationship with Sam that she is not interested in but hasn't told him such, decides now is the time to start confiding in Anna how desperately in love she is with Finn.

Finn asks Anna privately how she is doing, indicating he might be interested in seeing her. Anna thinks, as a good friend, she needs to tell Sarah to save her the disappointment. She did not say yes to Finn, she thinks it would make her a terrible friend. Sarah's reaction? "I know it's not your fault, but I have to hate you now."

I cannot tell you how pissed off I got, because she was STILL DATING SAM. It is now late September. At this point, I am spending my time having endless conversations via whatsapp about how she needs to tell him how unhappy she is, about how it's really not okay to be in a relationship with one guy and have feelings for another, about how she's still prioritising her super flirty friendship with guy #1 over her boyfriend, who is trying desperately to make it work...and how she's being a total dick to Anna, who not only had her own bad relationship ending, whose dad is also possibly terminally ill. Sarah does not get how any of this is her fault.

Sarah does not think she could have done anything different. She just keeps trucking. Finally, in November, she breaks up with Sam and offers him zero explanation for her behavior.

At this point, after she has sidelined Anna multiple times and been excruciatingly mean to her, Anna decides fuck it, she's going to go out with Finn because he is an extremely nice dude and she would like that in her life right now.

After three dates, she tells Sarah about it, still trying to be a nice friend. Keep in mind, Sarah did not tell guy #1 she was dating Sam for about a month. And then only because someone else told him first. Sarah says "oh I'm over it you'll be a great girlfriend to him". Two days later, she goes to hang out with guy #1, and discovers that Finn is out on a date with Anna (Finn and guy #1 are roommates). She then goes ballistic, tells Anna she didn't know they were dating and how could she keep that a secret....after literally saying "you'll be a great girlfriend". She claims she misunderstood that it was a one-time date that isn't going to go anywhere, which is possible if not likely....but not if you literally gave your blessing.

The whole next week is damage control on my part. I'm in these endless conversations trying to tell Sarah she's being way harsh and not okay in her judgements, and also a total hypocrite. I'm trying to tell Anna it's so not worth her feeling guilty enough to give up on Finn. Sarah then decides she is going to break off contact with all of us female friends of hers "for our own benefit" - keep in mind we've been friends since high school and are all now mid-20s.

Plus, several of the friends she broke off contact with had absolutely fuck-all to do with this entire shitshow. We try to work it out. Several times. We try to talk her into meeting up in person. She claims to want that but everytime we suggest actually doing it she shoots it down.

She starts selectively hanging out with people and not telling everyone who she invited, and awkwardly excluding people. I keep on telling her she needs to own up to having been a dick to Sam, guy #1 and Anna. She still sees no reason to tell Sam why she broke up with him, despite meeting him several times to "talk about the breakup". (Why he agreed to that in the first place, no clue.)

Eventually, my BF again decides enough is enough, because literally EVERYONE knows about her feelings for Finn at this point, not because of gossip so much as she TOLD a bunch of us. Sam is like "oh, okay, now everything makes sense. Welp, never seeing her ever again."

Especially because he knows all about how he basically stole her away from Guy #1 and has been feeling bad about it ever since and she apparently wasn't ever really interested in a relationship with him.

Finally, the icing on top of this whole idiotic story is: In a last-ditch attempt to save her status with the boys of the group, because as she revealed, she had far more interest in maintaining that than her friendship with me, she meets up with Finn and tells him me and Anna made up the whole thing about her screwing up her relationship because of him to make her seem bad.

She then tells Anna all about how understanding and kind Finn was to her and how important she must be to him, presumably to make her jealous.

In the end, we had to start collecting her messages to prove we weren't insane and she was in fact lying to all of us in one way or another. The only person she still has any contact with is guy #1.
Bonuses: -She told me "I guess I just know how to be friends with guys better than you do".
-After breaking up with Sam, she texted a bunch of us if we wanted to hang out sometime.

We all said yes. After about a day she texted again saying how shitty of us it was to not come hang out with her when she was feeling so bad -- after literally saying nothing about when or where she wanted to do anything and not responding at all to all of us saying sure, we'd like to hang out. -Literally also said she enjoys having a guy be in unrequited love with her cause it makes her feel good.

/bewires/

Ok long story. Back to ~1994ish. Details are a bit hazy now, too many years and too much alcohol. We grew up in a small town, one where everyone pretty much knew everyone.

Names are changed to protect both the innocent and guilty.

Hunting was common, so everyone in the area pretty much had guns. 12 gauge, 22, 410, etc.

I had maybe 5 guns myself. If by 12 you weren't shovelling horse shit or shooting wild hogs there was something wrong with you or you were from out of town.

There was a group of maybe 10 of us that hung out.

A dark skinned Hispanic friend, Jake (important to the story) borrowed a 22 revolver from one of my best friends, Allen.

He and 3 or 4 friends went out shooting at signs on the back roads.

During a moment of brilliance, he points the gun jokingly at Frank.

He thought it was empty. Now, this was a 9 shot revolver, which was a somewhat odd number to begin with.

When he went to release the hammer, it accidentally went off. Now, it's bad enough to be shot by a friend, or shot at all for that matter, but the bullet happened to go directly through his Johnson, scrotum, and made a "clean" exit.

Jake and Frank were traumatized, but there was no permanent damage at least.

Fast forward a few weeks, and Allen's dad finds out. For one reason or another, I was supposed to spend the night but didn't.

I think I had repairs around the house or something, dont remember. He ended up having his girlfriend, Stella, over instead.

A huge argument ensues. His dad, who was not fond of Hispanics (dude this is like an hour from the border, get over it) was as much upset that he had loaned the gun to an Hispanic as he was that someone was shot with it.

Allen's dad was physically abusive, but most of us took it with a grain of salt. Most of us got beat regularly, so what's new?

Allen had enough, took a 20 gauge shotgun and shot his dad in the head 5 times.

Stella was downstairs when it happened. My grandmother blamed me for not going, because i could have miraculously at 16 prevented this from happening.

He got sentenced to 99 years for the murder of his father. Jake was never the same and in and out of jail. Frank went on to have a normal high school sex life.

Last I talked to her (90s) Stella was waiting for Allen to get out. Shooting someone in the dick affects more than the recipient of the bullet.

/HomesickRedneck/

This is how i ruined my life in the space of one conversation. I was living with my dad and his new wife and her kids and I was utterly miserable,

i was about 15 and having to start a new life with new people i'd never met before dad moved in with them.

During the first couple of weeks, my dad and his wife went on holiday and they sent me back to stay with my mum and sisters, who lived 8 hours drive down south.

My mum, in contrast to my dad, is extremely poor, and at the time was living in a motel, so i stayed in the motel with her.

Despite the shitty living conditions, on the night before i was supposed to go back to dad,

I complained to mum how miserable i was living with dad because his new wife and her sons hated me (her daughters were nice), and I didn't really want to go back.

Against my wishes, and without my knowledge, my mum cancelled my flight and told my dad I'd be staying with her a few days longer.

In the same phone conversation, my dad decided I would never come back home and said i would live with my mum from now on.

When I woke up and heard about this i called my dad and begged him to take me back,

because mum is living in a motel she's about to get kicked out of, and i was certain i would on the street if i stayed with her much longer.

As much as i hated living with dad's new family, it was better than living with mum.

He rejected me, because he assumed i was being dramatic, and i wouldn't see him again until i was 21.

I was right, me and mum and my sister were living on the streets in the next few days,

and i was homeless on-and-off until dad divorced his wife and let me move in with him when i was 21.

During these years i was forced to drop out of school, i lost contact with all of my friends,

i tried to kill myself, and at the age of 26 I'm still trying to undo all the psychological damage this period of life did to me.

My life was ruined because i complained once to my mother.

/CaptainNemoid1/

Not so fast, but shit went down really quick at one point. This story is a bit long:

Had a friend since elementary school. He was the class clown, he was also not very smart but he was great with people and super funny.

I remember he came from a home with an absent dad, a neglectful mother, an older sister and a younger half brother out of weddlock.

His mother would usually arrive late from work and go on dates with several guys. He was alone with this younger brother most of the day.

In junior high, his sister got pregnant from a guy who dumped her, so she got back together with a pothead ex boyfriend who swore he would take care of the baby.

My friend was extremely sad and things in his house seemed to be spiraling out of control.

His mother and sister were fighting and she kicked her daughter out of the house.

My friend was sadder than ever. He would start crying if someone asked about how his sister was doing. He also started drinking at age 14.

We graduate from junior high and I lost contact with him. Next thing I know from mutual friends, he got into drugs really quickly and was constantly failing and getting expelled from at least 3 schools due to his low grades. He never made it past second semester.

Now this is where things start getting fucked up real quick.

He drops out and gets into really hard drugs. His mom and his girlfriend convince him to go into rehab. Mind you, rehab in some centers in Mexico can be very very tough and borderline torture.

He goes to rehab, but the damage to his brain is done.

He loses track of a conversation as he is having it and forgets things said a minute earlier. He seems absent minded most of the time and reacts/talkd slowly.

Out of rehab, he gets his girlfriend pregnant and his mother kicks him out of his house.

He has no studies, permanent drug damage and no house. He lives with his girlfriend's family for a bit.

The baby is born. Since he can get no job because he did't finish high school, he starts working as an Uber and earning few money.

He relapses and starts doing mild drugs. His younger brother finds him doing drugs and tells his girlfriend.

His girlfriend gives him an ultimatum: either he quits drugs or he loses custody of their child.

He promises to sober up, but fails and last I knew, his now ex girlfriend was about to take him to court to take his custody. In a span of less than 3 years, my friend threw his life away.

/OmegaPower24/

So this isn't as bad as the alcohol, drugs, suicide, etc stories but I'm still mad thinking about it... My nerdy friend, Brian, has ADHD and was always a bit quirky.

We've been friends since elementary school so I know him very well, he calls me his sister (he's an only child). Good guy though, just naive and easily influenced.

He finally started dating again (after some really horrible relationships) and met Katie online.

They quickly marry. He proceeded to join some weird ultra-orthodox Christan church/cult where they shed all their worldly possessions to be closer to God (his house literally had a table, two chairs, a bed, and a Jesus altar - nothing else, not even carpet because that was too much of a distraction).

After a few years in the cult they lose their apartment because the cult demanded heavy tithing so they run out of money.

Brian becomes a truck driver and Katie goes to live with her parents while he trains up.

Brian comes home and rents an apartment, find out that Katie has been faking a job and refuses to move into the new apartment with him, he finds out she's been lying about being married as well and hitting on other men online.

They separate, he comes to me for support, and Katie proceeds to turn his immediate family and church against him. She lies and says she's pregnant, which is quickly disproven.

Believing her over a doctor, they pressure him back into the marriage, they get counseling.

Couple years later, they finally have a kid, Brian's a successful long haul truck driver, they left the cult and he's been collecting little things that make him happy and that he wants to share with his kid someday (LOTR sword, Legos, etc)... nothing huge.

Brian comes home after a few weeks driving to find Katie has thrown out everything he personally owns. Every single one of his possessions, including school yearbooks and family momentos.

Why? Because she didn't like them and they were collecting dust. Finds out random guys have been coming by the house to take her out.

He digs deeper.... Turns out she's been lying to people again, saying he's abusive or trying to lure men online, telling them the kid isn't even hers.

This time his parents side with him when they separate, shuts her out of the bank account, then he comes to visit and get emotional support from me again. I and a few of his other friends make it well known how supportive we are of his divorce...

Katie is pissed to have lost his money and her control. She proceeds to call and turn his extended family against him right before he can file for divorce.

Extended family pressure his parents into caving, they proceed to pressure Brian to get back with Katie (whom had been making up sob stories to manipulate his family, he's cheating on her, more crocodile tears)...

Against his better judgement and our pleading, he gets back with her AGAIN. More counseling, forced to quit social media (where he keeps on contact with his childhood friends and shares his only hobby: photography) whereas she still has an active profile on multiple sites.

He loses all his friends because they can no longer take his BS, he's barred from talking to anyone of the opposite gender, his family constantly criticizes him for nearly divorcing her twice and have threatened to disown him if it happens again, lost his standing in church, he lost his job, and now he's completely isolated with her manipulations.

It's not likely he'll get another chance to leave her and he won't have anyone to support him if there is a next time... it's really sad.

/CatsOverFlowers/

I've got two that both involve permanent head injuries. The first one was in basic training.

We were 3 weeks in and just about to get off of total control when my battle buddy and 2 other guys get caught using the phone when they were supposed to be going to church.

Well this is basic training and when one person fucks up we all get punished.

So the Drill Sergeants have everyone out the company area holding a squat position with the 3 offenders in the front of everyone also holding a squat position but also holding big brass flag guidons (those big heavy discs that are use to hold flags up).

Well, one of the guys closest to the offenders gets into it verbally with my battle buddy. They exchange some words and the dude charges my battle.

The guy gets scared and jumps back while simultaneously dropping the guidon. It catches the other guy square in the head and drops him to the ground in a quivering mess.

There is fluid coming out of his ears and shit looks bad.

The Drill Sergeants had all stepped into the office to confer on what the ongoing punishment would look like so they stepped back out and realized they had fucked up royally.

We were all sent back to our platoon bays and told to sit the fuck tight.

We ended up getting off total control anyway but that dude was done for. He came back a month or so later to say goodbye before being discharged.

He said he had permanent headaches and his dick didn't work right anymore. Gonna be on VA disability the rest of his life and he was only 18 at the time.

The second incident happened one night as I was walking up to the bar.

It was fairly early, like 9, but apparently there were already some intoxicated people and they had stumbled into the parking lot fighting as I walked up.

It was basically this old Vietnam Vet against this crazy chick and her boyfriend. The crazy chick is the one who really seems to be instigating.

She charges the old guy and jumps on him. He gracefully manages to get her off of him and to the ground but the boyfriend decided he was being to rough and charges as well.

Well the vet turns and sees the guy coming at him and throws the most devastating punch I have ever seen. He was crouched down having just grounded the girl so he pushed off with his legs as he threw this punch and he connected squarely with the other guys face and just decked him.

Of course, the guy smacks his head on the pavement and now had sever trauma to both the front and back of his head.

They ended up having to care flight him to a specialized hospital to stabilize him. There were also charges pressed because the guy was completely fucked up from it.

Moral of the story - keep your heads safe, one bad bump and your life is going to change permanently.

[redacted]

Cocaine, man. Cocaine. I'm a very drug friendly person. If you do drugs, that's fine.

Just don't put any baggage on me, or anyone I know. Drink, smoke, take a few pills, just don't bother me. It's your right and you can do it (even if they are technically illegal).
However, I draw the line at cocaine. Cocaine, unlike painkillers, is one of those drugs that honestly isn't played as something terrible. It's always painkillers.

The media, the news, my mom; all talk about how opioids are terrible... which they are. But cocaine? That's something that isn't talked about much.

Cocaine has, for the most part, ruined everyone I know's lives. It all starts out normal.

You go to some parties, someone offers you coke for the first time. One can't hurt right? Oh but it does. As soon as you do your first line, you become open to it. Next party, hey another guy offers you some.

And then it starts to be an "every-party-I-go-to" deal. Each party, you do a line. Maybe two, maybe three. You grow dependent on it. Start buying it for your self.

Doing bumps when you're just hanging out with friends, or when you're doing the laundry. Makes things exciting right? It just exponentially grows. Your dependency grows so much every time you use it.

So what's my story? My ex-girlfriend was a goodie-two-shoes sort. I was 18, she was 16. We'd hang out, do things together all the time; it was fantastic!

Then we went to a few parties, she'd disappear do a line. Then she did more. Then every party she did some. Then she started buying her own. I started to rarely see her. We wouldn't go out to get dinner, go do activities.

She was rarely even at the apartment. She was always hanging out with her coke dealer.

She started running out of money because she quit her job and to continue getting coke, she then started stealing from me... and my parents.

She'd take small things like USB drives, expensive pens, etc. Then she secretly was sucking her dealer off, and eventually had secret sex with him twice, just to get that line.

Then one week, she dispersed. No one; not her parents, not her friends, no one, knew where she went.

Police went out to find her, but nothing. It was only a month later, when she was found in Cleveland, Ohio (we're from NYC), prostituting herself in some dodgy ass place.

I drive up there. Of course I still cared about her. As soon as I see her, she instantly asks for five grand. When I asked if it was for her to come back home, she said that it wasn't.

It was to help pay off her debt she's accumulated. I said fuck that, drove home and forgot about her forever.

I haven't heard from her since. So she essentially ruined her life, at the early age of 16. Didn't finish Highschool, no college degree, no money, and a massive drug addiction.

And this is only one story out of the many, many, deathly, stories of coke. But essentially all of them are the same.

/alaskafish/

My ex wife cheated on me with two guys within four months of our wedding day. She was spending the night with the first guy, Chris, so obviously I knew about him.

But, me being me, I wanted to believe she would come back and we could make things work. So I stayed at home and gave her space. I reached a breaking point after a few days.

Called her up. Told her if she would come back home I would let it go and we could repair our relationship and move forward.

Mind you, I had not cheated on her, abused her (verbally or otherwise), or done anything to “damage” said relationship. She just had feelings for this other guy and she was “confused” you see.

Well, she didn’t take me up on my offer to come back home. I wasn’t sure what to do. Then one day I was at work.

My friend Matt who was aware of the situation and the pain I was in called me with some information. He informed me that I needed to stop waiting for her.

His reason? “Not only is she cheating with Chris, my brother Derrick told me he fucked her a couple of times last month while you were at work.”

So this was my first time learning that not only was she stepping out with Chris, but she had also banged Derrick after he and his wife (who was her bff) split up.

Needless to say that was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

I left work. Didn’t clock out. Didn’t tell anyone I was leaving. I drove straight to her job and told her we needed to talk. I took back the absurdly expensive wedding band and engagement ring I had bought her. I left. I moved out the next day. She ended up staying with Chris. They had apparently been taking oxycodone on the regular and he ended up talking her into trying heroin.

Of course they both get hooked on the stuff. Her dad found out about it and literally broke into the house they were passed out in and carried her out on his shoulder.

They took her to a clinic to get clean and somehow her gallbladder had a negative reaction to methadone or.. something.. and she had to be hospitalized to have it removed. Guess who she calls when she’s in the hospital?

Well me being me I told her I would come visit. However, I told her upfront that our relationship was over and I was only visiting to lend an ear. Once I get there she tells me she’s sorry for everything and asks me if I ever think about “us”.

I reiterate that it’s not gonna happen and she tells me she’s going to basically run away with Chris unless I give her a reason to stay in our home state. I tell her she has plenty of reason to stay.

Stay for your parents who bailed you out of this terrible situation you’ve found yourself in. Stay for your family. They love you very much. We ended the conversation and I left.

I ran into her brother about a month later. Hadn’t heard from her since the hospital visit. Asked him how she was doing. He replied “I don’t know, man.

After she got home from the hospital she snuck out the window of mom and dad’s house in the middle of the night. None of us know where she is.” Turns out she did indeed leave the state with Chris.

They got right back on the heroin. A couple of months later I finally tracked her down to sign the divorce papers and her appearance genuinely shocked and upset me.

She had lost about twenty or thirty pounds (she was already a pretty petite girl). Her skin and hair looked horrible, she had a raspy voice like a 65 year old smoker (we were both in our early 20s), and she just seemed out of it. The girl I married was long gone. Sad shit.

/RedArremerAce/

This isn't neccessarily the quickest way to fuck up your life; hell, it took me seven or eight years to hit "rock-bottom", which is itself only a state of mind.

I grew up in a middle-class family, went to a private Christian elementary school before my parents decided to move to a small town, rural community. Public school was hard for a few years. In some ways I was just too nice, to much of a dork, too nerdy, etc.

My mom would give my brother and I a ride to school and read to us in the parking lot; naturally, kids in my 5th grade class started to make fun of me.
This went on until my sophomore year in high school where I started to play in a rock band with a few friends. We were kinda good, and I became "popular" almost overnight. I also started to take pain pills recreationally with some of the "cool" older kids. This started the downhill spiral.

My senior year I took the SAT and got what at the time was a very good score, the highest of anyone in my high school for a very long time. I don't remember exactly why I didn't apply to go to any four-year universities, but I didn't.

Instead, I took vicodin and percocet, and the year after graduating was introduced to heroin by a guy at the pizza shop I worked at. Heroin was kind of a manageable drug to be addicted to.

I wasn't shooting it yet, just smoking. I ended up moving to the city where I made friends with other junkies. They introduced me to the IV process, as well as to a few illegal activities that could make us extra drug money.

Whenever I couldn't get heroin, I would drink copious amounts of wine (like disgusting amounts, like 5 liter boxes in a sitting) and it was after one of these drinking sessions that I was arrested for DUI. (It's worth mentioning that of all the shitty choices I made during my addiction, I regret driving under the influence the most; it's such an incredibly selfish, destructive choice to make and I am profoundly grateful that I never physically hurt anyone).

After the DUI, my addiction got harder to manage and my parents were worried about me. They convinced me to move home.

But I kept using, for another year before I made a friend with a guy named Jake in a 12-step program who introduced me to cocaine. I consider my first IV speedball to be the true catalyst for hitting rock bottom.

I was in treatment groups to stay in compliance with my DUI court-order, but I flunked out of all of them because I was obsessed with shooting heroin and cocaine.

One day Jake and I are driving back from the city after scoring; we'd bought enough smack and blow to last the week, we thought. Only when we got home do we realize we've already done all the cocaine. So we're pretty fucked up, when I decide to go steal some money from that same pizza place that I have worked at off and on for almost five years.

I was a manager by now, so I knew the door and safe codes. I also knew that I was being videotaped, but I didn't care. I needed that money. So I waved at the girl on shift, headed upstairs and stole about $1500 in petty cash. Jake and I spent most of it in a couple days, and I lost the rest of it when I was arrested in the city (Portland, OR, for anyone wondering) the next night.

Over the course of the next month I turned myself in for the theft charge, only to be released to await trial a few days later. Instead of hanging out I continued to get fucked up. I went and stayed with my dad, who was living an hour south of Portland to take care of his sick mom.

I manipulated him into buying drugs for me for a week before I took his credit card and bought a computer with it which I traded for more drugs. I planned on killing myself with the drugs that zi had--I hated what my life had become, hated myself for being unable to stop, and felt overwhelming guilt for what I was doing to my family. I couldn't see a way out.

Luckily, someone called the cops on me as I was sitting in my car passing in and out of consciousness. I was arrested for possession for the second time in as many months, and this time they didn't let me just walk out of jail. After about twelve days, I went to see the judge.

My mom and dad were there. They had hired an attorney, who I had spoken with only briefly. Seeing my mom cry in front of the judge when he asked if I had been a rebel growing up was a low-point. "No," she said through choked sobs. "He was always a very sweet boy, even after he started using drugs. But he can't seem to stop."

I was given the (very privileged) option of an inpatient treatment center, in return for pleading guilty to one felony possession of cocaine charge. I took it and went to treatment. I stayed for the maximum allotted time, three months, before moving to a half way house in Portland.

I begged my counselor not to make me live in Portland, because I was afraid I wouldn't be able to stay clean. But because of my probation, it was (they said) the only option. I stayed clean for a few months, got a job waiting tables, found an apartment. And relapsed, again.

I moved back home, again. My parents are long-suffering. I stayed clean for a few months before relapsing one last time. The relapse lasted a few weeks before I lost my job and was ready to kill myself again. But my parents reached out one more time, and introduced me to a doctor who worked with opiate addicts. (My mom did insurance billing for a local clinic).

He got me started on a medication called Suboxone, or Buprenorphine. That was almost six years ago. I've been clean ever since, and am now very happily married and have a job that I like. I have been off probation for years and got my driver's license back in 2014. I'm friends with the guy I robbed all those years ago.

The reason I'm sharing my story? Because I want you to know that if you or someone you love are struggling, if it feels like you've done something to fuck up your life completely--it's not. There's always hope. If not for the support of my parents, there's no doubt in my mind that I would be dead.

They never gave up on me, despite all the evidence that they were wasting their time. Have a little faith; life is more beautiful and fragile than I ever could have guessed during the worst days of my addiction. Take care of yourselves; be gentle with yourselves. Support each other when you can. There's always hope.

/pdxthehunted/

My ex best friend has lived with her single mother and grandfather for as long as I knew her. Her grandpa had been growing weaker and sicker for the past few years until he was officially signed up for hospice.

Her mom had been working the same dead end job to support them all for 15 years at that point.

She never really took care of herself and constantly took high end sleeping pills. Pills that had been recalled for severe side effects.

Well one day she took a few too many. My friend called me that morning crying and begging me to come over because her mom was "acting crazy".

I came over and her mom was unresponsive, wandering around the house breaking things, throwing things away, trying to run out of the house naked, and babbling on and on about nothing.

We drove her to the hospital where it took a group of people to restrain her and left us to wait out whatever drugs might be in her system. She woke up 2 days later with no memory of any of this.
She was transferred to a psychiatric hospital and required to stay for two weeks. In that time my friends grandpa passed away and she missed his last moments due to her own stupidity. When she was finally released, she no longer had that job of 15 years.

She made no effort to look for another job and insisted that she was too emotionally distraught by the death of her father. Things fell apart fast. They resorted to many different desperate measures to try and pay their rent. At one point, neither of them ate for 3 days because they couldn't afford food.

Weeks passed. Months passed. Her mother continued to not make any attempts to find a job or make money. Last I heard she was still spending every single day sitting on her couch binge watching Supernatural and insisting that she was too depressed to look for a job.

Her daughter is working minimum wage full-time. Every month is a desperate scramble to pay rent. Every month is another close call. They now live their life barely clinging on on the brink of homelessness.

I stopped being friends about half a year ago because this friend was honestly no better than her mother. They constantly leeched off of me to the point where I was being emotionally and physically drained and barely able to support myself financially. It took a lot to cut her out of my life but I've been doing so much better since.

I realize now that there was never anything i could do to help them because they never wanted real help. I've been doing so much better in my life since I cut them out. Maybe someday they'll learn to take care of themselves and make better choices. But that no longer has anything to do with me.

/GalraPrincess/

Went to a vocational high school full time for engineering. The FAA had paid internships over the summer for my academy and IT. Spent my summer doing drafting and design, decided that's the career I wanted.
Kidney problems started when I was 13, got worse when I was 15 and that's when I had real pain pills for the first time. I abused every script I got, but didn't obtain them any other way. When I was 16, the school year after my internship, met this guy, really liked him, he introduced me to heroin. From my first bump I was in love.

I'm high everyday. I'm sniffing dope on the bus, nodding out in my classes, and going on binges until I'm puking every time I try to drink water. School calls my mom, takes me to get a drug test. I don't get in trouble, mom continues to let me see him.

Keep using, even after we break up. Mom kicks me out April before graduation. Go to city to live in shelter for young adults, everyone there is on something. Start shooting up. Leave shelter, but still go to school.

Start selling dope to pay my rent and stay high. Living in the worst part of town, is followed home at 1 am and raped in the court yard, no one calls the police.

Start using even more. Buy dope from girl at school, best friend tells a teacher. Cops come, I give them 2/25 bags. They don't press charges, call my mom and suspend me for 10 days, six days before graduation. Go home, get high with my remaining dope. Get hooked up with the wrong people, sexually assaulted twice and raped one more time.

Move out to ATX with childhood best friend. Stay clean for 1 month, then start using again. Go to mental hospital then rehab. Get kicked out of rehab after 1 week, overdose and go back home to my mom's.

Stay clean long enough to have a son. Bf at the time breaks son's arm, start using again, become physically addicted. Son now living with grandparents. Start prostituting to support habit, facing 6 years in prison for various offenses.

Meet amazing man, get clean, start family, now working as landscape architect.
[redacted]

Let's see... Probably my sister. She was the ritzy, pretty girl of the family. Always had guys fawning over her. She ended up marrying a rather successful pharmacist with his own pharmacy. They had 5 kids. 10 years of marriage. Then, about a year ago, she got hurt in an accident and got prescribed some pain killers.

Got addicted right away. Couldn't get more, then got mad at her husband because he couldn't and wouldn't give them to her even though he had them locked away in a pharmacy. So, she found outside source and started draining the bank account for em.Became serial liar. Got caught cheating ( with pill dealer ). She goes insane and starts breaking things in the house, tries to call the cops on my brother in law that he was trying to hurt her, whilst she forgets they have security cameras, so cops showed video and promptly arrest her instead. They separate.

A month later she gets caught by border patrol trying to smuggle 100k in drugs from Arizona to California. Arrested. Out of jail again, divorce finalized, she legally gets half the savings in bank account, but judge removes all custody rights from her, including no visitation. She doesnt care, takes about 100k in cash from divorce settlement.

Judge told her if she goes to rehab and uses the money to get her own place, he will restore parenting rights. She immediately somehow burns through all the money in about 2 months, somehow ends up in Montana with a new tattoo artist boyfriend who is 19 even though she's 36. Begging everyone in family for money.

Get a call from Montana police that she was arrested for breaking and entering and these small town cops are just annoyed with her so say they will release her and send her on her way if we just buy her a one way bus ticket out of town. We do... She disappears fron station even though we were literally on the phone with ticket office handing her the ticket. She hawked the tickets apparently. She gets arrested again a day later in town over for breaking and entering.

A month goes by and she is somehow back in Arizona. Apparently homeless living out of her vehicle. Dangerous friends. Get a call from police because she gets arrested again, this time she apparently had a heroin/dick sucking business setup shop in a local motel that called cops on her, to which she locked the cops out, they had to break down door and she got arrested again.

Last time I talked to her she was all paranoid saying sone people wanted to kill her, followed up by, "If you could send me just a little bit of money...", She has not even asked or tried to contact any of ger kids in 9 months...Oh, did I mention she is Mormon and she was living the "molly" Mormon lifestyle of a married mother of 5, active and involved in church, and overall seemed like a normal person just a year ago? It all happened so quick...

/GeneticsGuy/

Friend of mine smoked a lot of weed. Whatever, it’s college, we all do it. Fast forward a couple years we all rent a house together (there’s five of us total). Friend started drinking heavily, selling his adderal, all that good fun stuff. We’re like... okay I guess that’s fine but don’t sell in the house and tone it down on the obvious drunkenness. He agrees.As it turns out he never stopped selling out of our house or tried to seem sober. In fact he ups the anti- he eventually downs a bottle of 151 (big af dude, over 6 feet and 400lbs) one roommate and I stay up all night keeping him alive. 

You know those big cheese ball tubs they sell at Walmart? He filled one of those twice with vomit and puked all over our couch. After he finally got to the point where we trusted that he wouldn’t die at night we let him sleep.

That next morning we woke up and he had cleaned everything up. Roommate and I expected an apology and a thanks from friend. HA. didn’t happen. In fact, he claimed it never happened.
Fast forward through a bunch of bullshit and two attempted interventions- we even got his mom involved and she was NO help.- we find out he’s doing heroin. In our apartment. Selling it. In our apartment.

We all flip our shit. Cops get involved, parents get involved, landlord gets involved. Eventually it comes to that no one is going to help us and we have to force him out of the house. We attempted cut all contact once he finally left.

He continues to harass us, sitting across the road from our house smoking, showing up to my work and loitering, harassing other roommates outside classes. We eventually get him to stop and contact just ends.

Whatever, we’re all sad but we all tried to help him and when someone has a drug problem there’s not much you can really do if they don’t want the help.

Ran into him at the movies a few months back, he had lost a ton of weight and was looking really good. We considered extending an olive branch and trying to re establish friendships.

We never could because he overdosed on heroin last month. Fuckin eats me up. He was 23. He was so damn smart.

/potatoecyborg/