This goes along with this story in the event that you haven’t read it, to alleviate confusion.

After I had met this boyfriend in person, he divulged to me that he was (obviously illegally) obtaining opioids from the brother of a friend of his. This was not something that I had suspected while spending time in person, and I don’t think I would have suspected a thing at all had he not casually told me about it. He must have very been good at hiding, and balancing, what was clearly an addiction, as he was almost completely cavalier about divulging this information to me. Because he actually named the friend, I was able to find her by looking through who he had friended on social media — at the time, this was MySpace. I reached out to her and told her that I had some information about her brother that I thought she should know, and I gave her that information. She confirmed that I had contacted the right person and that the person with the prescription for opioids was indeed her brother. There came up the concern that he was being… for lack of a better way to put it, taken advantage of by who was at the time my boyfriend in vulnerable states, or in a vulnerable state. She thanked me for reaching out to her to tell her this — she’d honestly had no idea that this was even occurring — and told me that she, and his family, would work harder to ensure that he was not put in circumstances where this would happen. I told her that I felt bad that this was even happening and had reached out to her for that reason. And needless to say, this was the end of that relationship.

When he found out that would no longer be able to obtain the opioids that he had freely and regularly been obtaining up until that point, he got mad. And after he got mad, he tried to convince people that I had lied and made all of this up. His friend then pointed out that I knew about her brother (who was not mentioned on her MySpace) and knew what medication he had been prescribed, and she questioned how I would correctly have been able to put all of that together if I were not telling the truth. I would literally have had to guess that she had a brother, that he had a chronic disease that required the use of opioids to decrease pain, and that he was the one who had been supplying the person who, at the time, had been my boyfriend with them. Some time in the immediate aftermath of this, she ended her friendship with who had become my ex-boyfriend over what he had done and how he had responded to it when his access to this drug was cut off.

She also confirmed that his mother had left the state around when her benefits were being investigated.

If I weren’t staunchly opposed to all of J.K. Rowling’s works by now due to her transantagonism, I would definitely say that Hufflepuff might be my second house. In two circumstances I did what was right because it needed to be done, even though it was hard for me to do, and because the circumstances were both far cries from “splitting hairs” on. These were very clear cases of agencies, or people, being taken advantage of.

Growing up, and even into my early adult years, I continued to play Diablo II because I liked it. At the time, and for the longest time, Diablo III wasn’t out (splitting hairs, 2? 3?), so it really was the newest Diablo game out. I’m pretty sure that it was here that I mentioned that I could blog about some of the more… colorful experiences that I’ve had as a result of the game, much as I like it, and much as I like Diablo II: Resurrected. Almost all of them came about as a result of one person who I had entered into a long-distance relationship with, actually met, and realized not long after that this person was not someone that I needed to be around. The relationship did not last far beyond that point, for which I continue to be thankful leading up to this day.

One of the experiences that I describe is the fact that I had to turn this man’s mother in to their home state for food stamp fraud. For some reason, she felt like she “trusted” me enough to tell me how she was literally getting one over on the system — having friends of hers tell the state or provide documentation to the state about them allegedly giving her money or helping her pay her bills because she had been telling the state that her children’s father (whom she still shared minor children with) was not in their lives and was not providing them with any support when he was out of the house for weeks at a time due to his job, not telling the state that she still had a joint bank account with him that his pay was deposited into, not declaring his income anywhere on her application and getting the maximum amount of food stamps for her family size.

I sought out counsel as to how I would go about informing their home state of this, which I did not take lightly because of the simple fact that I did not want to do it. I literally wish it hadn’t been happening. But it was, and I knew that I wouldn’t have been able to continue to live with myself if I didn’t report it, because had she been honest about her husband’s income and her access to it she would not have been eligible for the food stamps that she had been getting at all. I mean, this isn’t exactly something that you plan for. But it got reported, and I gave their home state all the information that I myself had been given. Someone working the investigation made contact with me to let me know that one had indeed been started based on that information, and that apparently she’d moved out of the state within days of this. She packed up that fast.

I mean, I can only imagine what he must actually have come home to, as he’d had no idea about any of this.

And peculiarly, events with this one family were the only outliers in otherwise good experiences that I’ve had playing the Blizzard games that I play, let alone Diablo II. The rest of my experiences have been pretty great.