My husband told C he needed to leave. I was not home at the time. C called me in a panic, as he was talking to me crashes into two mailboxes and leaves the scene. Calls me again and says he has all these drugs in his car said he needed them to get off heroin. He calls again and says he is returning to the scene. The police take him back to the station house cite him (he got rid of the drugs) and he goes off on my husband when he got there. The police take him to this place to have him tested for DUI. If it comes back they will charge him. For two days prior to all this I begged him to get help. He absolutely refused. He came back here. My husband would not let him in and shut off his phone and would not let him take the car. So now no money, no car, no phone and no one would pick him up. My husband dropped him off at some park he hangs out in. Again, said he will live the hard life rather than go for help. He was so out of it. I am so sick I can't breathe.
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