I really hadn't planned on writing about this part of the Nick saga. But inquiring minds have asked and I have put so much more than I ever thought out there, why not this. The shit he pulled with me ended up badly for everyone. He ended up in jail and I was "forced" to prosecute him. I use "forced" because he left me no other option. He did something beyond belief, knew it and was a complete ass about it because he didn't think I would follow through. He was wrong. He underestimated how much he hurt me, how angry I was and how deeply troubled he really was. We eventually put it behind us as he went into rehab and started doing better. But with addicts, it's a slippery slope. He eventually started using again and the criminal charges continued. It went from drug possession to theft, probation violations to prison. He really fucked his life up. I wish he hadn't but he did. I feel fortunate that I was able to leave and not allow my life to free fall into the vortex his did. I feel horrible that I couldn't do more. I haven't heard from him since he went to prison. I wrote him a note letting him know that I still loved him but was saddened by what he had become. He never wrote back. It was probably for the best. I think the shame he felt in knowing that I was right, that he could of done something amazing with his life and he wasted it. I only hope that he overcomes his self-destructive nature and does great things. Deep inside, the guy that had everything at his fingertips is still there, he just needs to find the road that leads to a better life.
