Fuming.

So besides the side project my boyfriend does sometimes for his friend that I mentioned in the last post, he has no job. He actually just got fired on Monday. I myself got laid off 2 weeks ago due to this shitty economy.

So we both decided to file for unemployment. This is a dangerous zone for my boyfriend. Earlier in the year he was collecting $405.00 a week for 6 months. Plenty of drug money for him, no money for rent or bills for me. It got to the point where I had to ask him to leave due to his lack of contribution and constant state of being fucked up. He would even stoop to lying that he lost his unemployment card and wasn't collecting. Eventually he agreed to surrender his card to me and let me take control of the finances. Which was great and I was thrilled about it. Until he started stealing my debit card to make up for his loss. But that's a whole other story.

After he re-applied for unemployment on Monday I figured I would at least have a few weeks to figure out how we would handle this situation to ensure that I was not left hanging high and dry while he was on a free-for-all drug binge. Being the co-dependent obsessive freak that I am, I check his phone records online daily. I saw that he was calling a 1-800 number that looked vaguely familiar. So I called it. It was the Chase hotline connected to his unemployment banking card. He was calling to see if the money had gone through. But was it possible that it did? He has just applied a few days earlier, besides this was a new job he had been let go from, not the last job that he has collected unemployment from after he was laid off. So I (yeah I'm bad) logged into his unemployment benefits page online. And to my disbelief $405 had been authorized and released. It's fucking amazing how easy the government makes it for junkies to continue to use and have access to free money while not working, Astonishing. So I looked at his phone records again. And of course there they were - numerous calls to his dealer. Wow. So while I'm struggling to make ends meet he gets $405 scot free to run to his dealer with. Incredible.

When I called him and confronted him about it he said there had been a mistake and the money wasn't really there. Uh huh. And the calls to the dealer? He wanted to see if he could get a bag for free. Which he couldn't. Right. That's why you chatted back and forth 5 times. Of course.

I hate that this person that I love more than anything loves drugs more than he loves anything. I think he should be engaged to heroin instead. I fucking hate him.