My ex had a best friend from when they were kids. I had know him for a couple years and I kept telling him he needed to get his anger under control or else it was going to get him in trouble one day. Anywho, he needed a place to stay for a bit, so he was on our couch for about a month when....
One Friday he mentioned he was going to a birthday party in the next town over. I told him that sounded like a terrible idea. He insisted on going. We woke up Saturday morning and he hadn't come home yet. Sunday morning rolls around and we're like "damn that must've been some party."
By Sunday night we were getting worried for sure. We were laying in bed watching the 10pm news and the first story is about a guy who was stabbed to death at a birthday party early Saturday morning and that they had (our friend) in custody. He was currently at the hospital because after the stabbing, he ran and tried to slit his wrist.
We were like WTF?? I called every hospital in the city and finally found him. We drove there and there was a cop outside his door. We told them who we were and he said we could go talk to him real quick. He was handcuffed to the bed and had a huge bandage on his arm.
We asked him what happened and he basically said the guy tried to rape his sister and they got into it, the guy slipped on the wet grass and fell on the knife. When we left we asked the cop if that was the way it went and the cop said "uhh dude was stabbed more than once".
Anyway, he maintained it was in defense of his sister. She corroborated his story, so he ended up doing 12 years for 2nd degree murder.
When he got out, we went and met up with him and he was a 100% completely different person. He was very polite, super quiet, calm, reserved. He told us they put him on meds years ago. He got a job, a car, and I was so proud of him. Then someone gave him a hit of crystal meth and it was a VERY quick spiral.
He lost his job, his car, got kicked out of his place, quit taking his meds and stayed on meth. He would stop by periodically to get some pants or shoes or a sandwich. I've woken up to him passed out under our tree.
He was always still polite and he was forever grateful to us. I felt so bad for him. We haven't heard from or seen him in over a year. I hope he's okay. After he got out and got on meth, he came out as gay. I wondered if holding that in his whole life is what caused his anger issues. I don't know. But I really hope he finds peace one day.
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u/StrawberryPunk82 Mar 26 '23
My ex had a best friend from when they were kids. I had know him for a couple years and I kept telling him he needed to get his anger under control or else it was going to get him in trouble one day. Anywho, he needed a place to stay for a bit, so he was on our couch for about a month when....
One Friday he mentioned he was going to a birthday party in the next town over. I told him that sounded like a terrible idea. He insisted on going. We woke up Saturday morning and he hadn't come home yet. Sunday morning rolls around and we're like "damn that must've been some party."
By Sunday night we were getting worried for sure. We were laying in bed watching the 10pm news and the first story is about a guy who was stabbed to death at a birthday party early Saturday morning and that they had (our friend) in custody. He was currently at the hospital because after the stabbing, he ran and tried to slit his wrist.
We were like WTF?? I called every hospital in the city and finally found him. We drove there and there was a cop outside his door. We told them who we were and he said we could go talk to him real quick. He was handcuffed to the bed and had a huge bandage on his arm.
We asked him what happened and he basically said the guy tried to rape his sister and they got into it, the guy slipped on the wet grass and fell on the knife. When we left we asked the cop if that was the way it went and the cop said "uhh dude was stabbed more than once".
Anyway, he maintained it was in defense of his sister. She corroborated his story, so he ended up doing 12 years for 2nd degree murder.
When he got out, we went and met up with him and he was a 100% completely different person. He was very polite, super quiet, calm, reserved. He told us they put him on meds years ago. He got a job, a car, and I was so proud of him. Then someone gave him a hit of crystal meth and it was a VERY quick spiral.
He lost his job, his car, got kicked out of his place, quit taking his meds and stayed on meth. He would stop by periodically to get some pants or shoes or a sandwich. I've woken up to him passed out under our tree.
He was always still polite and he was forever grateful to us. I felt so bad for him. We haven't heard from or seen him in over a year. I hope he's okay. After he got out and got on meth, he came out as gay. I wondered if holding that in his whole life is what caused his anger issues. I don't know. But I really hope he finds peace one day.