I had to face Jay. I had to work with him. I had no choice.
Dawson no longer worked with me and that also crushed me. He was the only thing I enjoyed about work every day. He made work bearable.
Going to work was really difficult for me. I had only worked a day or two since everything had happened. Each day I had to go to work was a struggle. Everything there reminded me of Dawson. The first time we kissed. The first time we held hands. Even just falling in love, everything started at work. Now I had to work with the man who ruined my relationship. I blamed Jay for everything and I would never forgive him. I truly hated him, and I still do to this day.
I went into work and Jay was in the kitchen. I did my best to stay out of the kitchen and not to talk to him. When I would go in to pick up my food from the window, I would not look at him or acknowledge him. Every ounce of my body was just wanting to go crazy. I wanted to scream at him and throw things at him. I wanted him to quit so badly so I never had to see his face again.
I knew it was just a matter of time before I caught him sneaky around with drugs. So I waited till I had the opportunity to catch him. Every time he went outside for a smoke break I would time him or keep an eye out to catch him doing something.
My boss actually personally handed me the money Jay owed me days before pay-day. He told me that I shouldn't ever give a guy like that money and that he didn't want me to lose the little bit of money I had left and that he would take the hit.
So when pay-day came around my boss took Dawson's check and deducted all the money he owed everyone out of it. Turns out Dawson had borrowed money off of several people at work without my knowledge. So Dawson was left with about $180. I didn't think it was fair that they took the money Jay owed me out of Dawson's check and Dawson was furious over it. Dawson's brother was also a cook at our work so our boss gave the cash to him to deliver to Dawson. Dawson never saw any of that money because his brother never gave him it. He acted like he gave it to their mother to hold onto for him but when Dawson asked for his pay, they didn't have it and had no idea what he was talking about. I witnessed all of it and I couldn't even believe his brother would screw him out of the money that he worked over 45 hours a week for.
Jay got off scott free and that was complete bullshit. He ruined my happiness and I was going to make sure he couldn't be happy either. It didn't take long before Jay slipped up, maybe one to two days I believe. He told the bartender he was going outside and 15 minutes went by and he still didn't come back in. I told my boss how his truck wasn't there and that he left. I knew exactly where he was going. To buy heroin down the road from our work. When he came back he was questioned about why he left and he came up with a lie, but it didn't matter. He got fired.
I felt such a relief, he was gone and I could learn to be okay again. Dawson and I could try and fix things and I wouldn't have to worry about Jay getting in the way.
Dawson and I communicated as much as possible. He started his treatment which was outpatient and he went 3 times a week. He was doing great with it and he really felt like it was helping him realize why he ever started using to begin with. We needed to find him somewhere to live now that he couldn't pay another months rent. I called a good friend of mine, Kalina, who lived alone but had a spare room. She said he could move in as long as he did his part, kept drugs out of the house, and paid half the rent. It was perfect because it was right down the street from Rosco's business. Dawson had started that job a few days after Rosco brought him home. Once we found him a place, we had to talk to the landlords.
That was going to be a lot more difficult than I anticipated it to be.
They wouldn't return my emails, and when they did they were very short with me and rude. There was a loophole in the lease that if they told us to leave we could. In one of the emails our one landlord stated we could move out, but then the very next email contradicted the last one stating how we signed a lease and we cant just up and leave. I told the landlord we would be happy to go to court because I had email proof that they allowed us to void our lease. They had a tenant ready to move in but once it fell through they took back what they said. That wasn't our fault, they originally said we could leave and we would get back our deposit however it would be pro-rated. I had all the proof I needed to win the case if they did decide to take it to court. They ended up letting us void the lease after-all.
Moving the rest of the things out of the apartment was heart breaking. Just a month ago we were moving in and I was happy, and now its just an empty apartment filled with sad memories.
