I’ve had questions and incidents happen recently, and the big question is, am I still in contact with Darryl’s family and/or friends?

The answer is 100% no. I went off the deep end after Darryl died, and his stepmom and dad want nothing to do with me because of that, even though I’m a completely different person now and have improved on so much. Darryl’s older brother and “best” friends blame me for what happened. They all say I “baby trapped” him, that I took advantage of him, etc. His parents did not say that, but his older brother and friends did. They even said that he killed himself with my pain medication that I was prescribed for my MAJOR surgeries

Recently, I attempted to contact his stepmom and his dad, but I got no other response except his older brother sending me a nasty message to never contact the family again, and he even attempted to post a comment on here saying that I’m trying to rewrite history and make it my fault, as if I did absolutely nothing to help Darryl.

When Darryl was alive, when I first met him, he was in a sober living facility. That sober living facility kicked him out because his insurance stopped paying for it. They didn’t even give him a heads up; they just found a reason to kick him out and gave him no outpatient resources. It’s one of the reasons I want to open my own non-profit outpatient center for addiction and other mental health issues and disorders. When Darryl was kicked out, he came to live with me for a bit. I couldn’t handle it; I was going through so much both physically and mentally, and we were only dating for a couple of months at that point. Darryl agreed to move out from my place, and he stayed with his older brother. I was hoping it would work out, and he wouldn’t end up back at his mom’s house because Darryl’s issues stemmed from there. His older brother let him stay on the couch for a couple of weeks and then told him he had to move out. When he moved back into his mom’s, his bed was a child-sized bunk bed. Darryl was 6”5. When I found out about that, my mom and I got him an actual mattress for him to comfortably sleep on for Christmas. Then, when I found out Darryl relapsed, I forced him to move in with me, and that’s how I ended up finding him dead in my house. Also I did try to get Darryl into a rehab but Darryl lied to my mom and I saying he didn’t have insurance. He just didn’t want to go to rehab. And to be clear, he died of fentanyl poisoning with heroin. Not from my pain medications, and he didn’t kill himself.

I’m writing all this out because of my attempt to contact his parents because of how well I’m doing now for once in my life and happy, but his older brother has been holding a grudge and being awful towards me and never wants me to have contact with the family, to answer your questions about that.

I hope I’m not judged horribly for this post; I’m just so tired of people blaming me for Darryl’s death.