My boyfriend and I had the “ideal” relationship. We had our ups and downs like any normal relationship. But one, cool, dreary, Friday night would change our honest and open relationship for forever.
That cool, dreary Friday night, was just like any ordinary night or so I thought. He texted me around six thirty saying he was on his way, so I quickly threw on my favorite jeans and sweatshirt and was ready to leave. As the hour passed I began to get worried, for one, I knew if he was late he would at least call to let me know and secondly, it wasn’t like him at all. I soon realized something was wrong. My mom was starting to get worried as well, telling me she was following her “motherly instincts” we got into our car and went looking. I told her every route in which he frequently went, but there was no trace. Going to our last resort, his parents, I quickly found out the worst reason he wasn’t with me.
The story his dad was told, was my boyfriend made his routine stop at Wal-Mart to pick up a few things; one unexplained item on the list came up later, when the local law enforcement was searching his vehicle for the “controlled substance.” This one, unidentified item was Dust Remover. My boyfriend had apparently taken several hits of Dust Remover, then jumped behind the wheel and headed for my house. He became dizzy, incoherent, and was in an accident. The paramedics arrived to make sure everyone was okay, but unfortunately it wasn’t. The police stated that when they arrived “He had no pulse and was not responding.” Truth be told, he had a pulse but it was very faint. He was placed under arrest and spent the night in jail. The next morning his cell phone had at least forty or forty five missed calls, realizing that it was me; he called me with tears in his voice and told me the truth. I simply told him, the only way I was staying with him after he had lied and hid his problem of addiction from me, that he was going to rehab and getting the help our families could not give him. Fortunately for him, he spent the night in jail, went to many of still not settled court dates, and most of all started attending church.
So what do I believe? I believe everyone deserves a second chance no matter the mistakes that person has made. We went through all this and are still together. Our relationship may have changed may have changed a bit however, but it’s still strong.
If you enjoyed this essay, please consider making a tax-deductible contribution to This I Believe, Inc.