Hello everyone,
First of all, I’d like to say thank you for taking the time to open and read this.
I met my boyfriend back in October. I’ve never really had the best luck with guys, even though people tell me I’m “beautiful” and “sweet” and “can have any man I want.” Most of them either run the other direction when they find out that I’m genuine, or they don’t even speak to me at all. I’ve been told that it’s because most men my age are not mature, which is probably true. It’s just not that simple for me but with Peyton, it was that simple. We met at my place of work. He was a customer that I helped. We hit it off immediately. It was so easy talking to him. It was as easy as breathing. I had never had that with anyone before, so I decided to give it a chance and see where it would go. I didn’t get my hopes up or anything. However, two days later, we decided to hang out. We met at a coffee shop and started talking. From there, the relationship just took off. We began to hang out almost every other day. It wasn’t long before we fell in love. When I say “fell in love,” I’m not talking about the “flight deck” type of love. I’m talking about real, genuine, passionate love. At the time that I met him, he had just moved back from Florida and moved in with his father, stepmom and his half-sister here in North Carolina and was working full-time. He had mentioned parts about his rough past with drug addiction. He graduated from Teen Challenge, a very strong 12-month inpatient treatment program centered on Christ back in 2016 and was apparently doing much better. Through November, we would go out at night and take rides. Sometimes, we would stay out all the way until 6:00 am because we enjoyed each other’s company so much. His father and stepmother finally had a problem with it and confronted him about it. They kicked him out of their home. I told him to quit his job because they were mistreating him and we worked on finding him another, which he did.
From my perspective, I didn’t understand the extreme reaction of his family. He is 25 years old, after all. What is the big deal if he stays out late a few times? What I didn’t understand was that their reaction was because of his very dark past involving heroin addiction. Looking back on it now, I see the entire picture.
Since I live with my family and attend college, my mother offered for him to stay with us until he got things sorted out. Everything was going great. We had a wonderful Christmas. We gave each other promise/engagement rings.
On January 20, his birthday, he had left around 6:30 am and did not come back. I texted him and called him. I panicked, thinking something had happened to him. We were supposed to go somewhere that morning. Despite my panicked state, I got ready to go and started driving. I had texted his father to ask him if he had heard anything from him. As I was sitting at the traffic light, his father called me and informed me that he had been arrested for possession of drugs and trespassing/tampering on the grounds of where It was like my heart physically dropped out of my chest. I became so upset that I had to turn the vehicle around and come back home. I fell in the doorway, screaming and crying to my parents. My dad said he had a premonition (dream) about this, which freaked me out.
My dad decided to help bail him out. My brother panicked and jumped on a plane to Kansas City, MO. My mother was healing from two concussions, and screamed hysterically for her son because he had never flew alone before. The entire situation was so unbelievably stressful, I can’t even begin to describe it. Luckily, our dear friend on the third floor is a social worker, and she helped us through everything.
A month went by. Things were better. He was on pretrial. Then they arrested him again because apparently, more charges came up from November! He was released on unsecured bond so he could continue with his outpatient program. And the situation from here on out has just been very messy. The drugs he was charged with possessing were apparently anphetamine salts (or more likely known as Adderall). After he was released on unsecured, he went for a drug screening, and it did not come up clean. He finally admitted that he had taken adderall again, and he admitted that he was hooked on it. He promised he would go to the hospital to check himself in to inpatient treatment, but he waited too long. I warned him and warned him that if he didn’t get there as soon as possible, he would eventually be pulled over because the cops are always looking for stuff around midnight, and he still had a Florida plate with an expired tag. He was on his way to the hospital in another county, which he was supposed to be checked in already the night before, and the cops pulled him over and arrested him. We were on the phone when it happened. When I heard it, I hung up.
Around 1:30 in the morning, we heard a knock on the door. The cops had come looking for him. I told them what had happened. They left. Everything from then on has been like a blur. I blocked the phone number from the jail. I did everything I could do. My mother is maintaining contact with him, but I have cut off contact because he needs to know the pain of potentially losing me. I can’t understand why he did these things—why he stole from the cars at his previous place of work. Did he think that I wouldn’t find out? We had such an open communication channel between us. I am still having trouble understanding. Although, I do know that they really mistreated him there, but that doesn’t mean he has the right to do that!
He is not justifying his actions anymore. He is definitely owning up to what he did. He has such a beautiful heart and a compassionate soul, so it is hard to reconcile his actions with who he is. Honestly, I think his issues stem from early childhood trauma of his parents fighting for custody over him. He has severe anxiety and compulsive issues, and I think he feels better when he takes adderall. However, now he is in jail, and we are apart. the situation is worse than I thought—with there being 19 charges dating back from November and a warrant for each one! It seems like it’s never going to end. His attorney is trying to get him out of jail and into an inpatient treatment program. Hopefully, the judge will take into account that he has anxiety, depression and needs more help and guidance getting off the adderall.
My mother had talked to him several times. He says that he can’t live like this anymore, and that he really wants to recover and get away from the drugs. He is extremely sorry and full of guilt and shame. He says the pain of being apart from me is the greatest he has ever known. I hope that this his rock bottom.
Please pray for Peyton, a sweet, wonderful child of God, who was a victim of a broken childhood. Please pray that the Lord will take away the desire to want to use. Please pray for his full recovery and deliverance. It’s going to take an incredible miracle, but I believe God is the God of miracles. The devil is fighting for Peyton’s soul, and I will not let him have it. I am not giving up on this man because I see the incredible potential in him. Please pray for the strongholds of addiction to be completely broken from him. Also, please pray that the judge and the DA show mercy on him and not leave him with a huge record with felonies. Please pray for his soul and his spirit to be completely renewed through Christ.
Thank you so very much for reading this. Thank you for your prayers.
First of all, I’d like to say thank you for taking the time to open and read this.
I met my boyfriend back in October. I’ve never really had the best luck with guys, even though people tell me I’m “beautiful” and “sweet” and “can have any man I want.” Most of them either run the other direction when they find out that I’m genuine, or they don’t even speak to me at all. I’ve been told that it’s because most men my age are not mature, which is probably true. It’s just not that simple for me but with Peyton, it was that simple. We met at my place of work. He was a customer that I helped. We hit it off immediately. It was so easy talking to him. It was as easy as breathing. I had never had that with anyone before, so I decided to give it a chance and see where it would go. I didn’t get my hopes up or anything. However, two days later, we decided to hang out. We met at a coffee shop and started talking. From there, the relationship just took off. We began to hang out almost every other day. It wasn’t long before we fell in love. When I say “fell in love,” I’m not talking about the “flight deck” type of love. I’m talking about real, genuine, passionate love. At the time that I met him, he had just moved back from Florida and moved in with his father, stepmom and his half-sister here in North Carolina and was working full-time. He had mentioned parts about his rough past with drug addiction. He graduated from Teen Challenge, a very strong 12-month inpatient treatment program centered on Christ back in 2016 and was apparently doing much better. Through November, we would go out at night and take rides. Sometimes, we would stay out all the way until 6:00 am because we enjoyed each other’s company so much. His father and stepmother finally had a problem with it and confronted him about it. They kicked him out of their home. I told him to quit his job because they were mistreating him and we worked on finding him another, which he did.
From my perspective, I didn’t understand the extreme reaction of his family. He is 25 years old, after all. What is the big deal if he stays out late a few times? What I didn’t understand was that their reaction was because of his very dark past involving heroin addiction. Looking back on it now, I see the entire picture.
Since I live with my family and attend college, my mother offered for him to stay with us until he got things sorted out. Everything was going great. We had a wonderful Christmas. We gave each other promise/engagement rings.
On January 20, his birthday, he had left around 6:30 am and did not come back. I texted him and called him. I panicked, thinking something had happened to him. We were supposed to go somewhere that morning. Despite my panicked state, I got ready to go and started driving. I had texted his father to ask him if he had heard anything from him. As I was sitting at the traffic light, his father called me and informed me that he had been arrested for possession of drugs and trespassing/tampering on the grounds of where It was like my heart physically dropped out of my chest. I became so upset that I had to turn the vehicle around and come back home. I fell in the doorway, screaming and crying to my parents. My dad said he had a premonition (dream) about this, which freaked me out.
My dad decided to help bail him out. My brother panicked and jumped on a plane to Kansas City, MO. My mother was healing from two concussions, and screamed hysterically for her son because he had never flew alone before. The entire situation was so unbelievably stressful, I can’t even begin to describe it. Luckily, our dear friend on the third floor is a social worker, and she helped us through everything.
A month went by. Things were better. He was on pretrial. Then they arrested him again because apparently, more charges came up from November! He was released on unsecured bond so he could continue with his outpatient program. And the situation from here on out has just been very messy. The drugs he was charged with possessing were apparently anphetamine salts (or more likely known as Adderall). After he was released on unsecured, he went for a drug screening, and it did not come up clean. He finally admitted that he had taken adderall again, and he admitted that he was hooked on it. He promised he would go to the hospital to check himself in to inpatient treatment, but he waited too long. I warned him and warned him that if he didn’t get there as soon as possible, he would eventually be pulled over because the cops are always looking for stuff around midnight, and he still had a Florida plate with an expired tag. He was on his way to the hospital in another county, which he was supposed to be checked in already the night before, and the cops pulled him over and arrested him. We were on the phone when it happened. When I heard it, I hung up.
Around 1:30 in the morning, we heard a knock on the door. The cops had come looking for him. I told them what had happened. They left. Everything from then on has been like a blur. I blocked the phone number from the jail. I did everything I could do. My mother is maintaining contact with him, but I have cut off contact because he needs to know the pain of potentially losing me. I can’t understand why he did these things—why he stole from the cars at his previous place of work. Did he think that I wouldn’t find out? We had such an open communication channel between us. I am still having trouble understanding. Although, I do know that they really mistreated him there, but that doesn’t mean he has the right to do that!
He is not justifying his actions anymore. He is definitely owning up to what he did. He has such a beautiful heart and a compassionate soul, so it is hard to reconcile his actions with who he is. Honestly, I think his issues stem from early childhood trauma of his parents fighting for custody over him. He has severe anxiety and compulsive issues, and I think he feels better when he takes adderall. However, now he is in jail, and we are apart. the situation is worse than I thought—with there being 19 charges dating back from November and a warrant for each one! It seems like it’s never going to end. His attorney is trying to get him out of jail and into an inpatient treatment program. Hopefully, the judge will take into account that he has anxiety, depression and needs more help and guidance getting off the adderall.
My mother had talked to him several times. He says that he can’t live like this anymore, and that he really wants to recover and get away from the drugs. He is extremely sorry and full of guilt and shame. He says the pain of being apart from me is the greatest he has ever known. I hope that this his rock bottom.
Please pray for Peyton, a sweet, wonderful child of God, who was a victim of a broken childhood. Please pray that the Lord will take away the desire to want to use. Please pray for his full recovery and deliverance. It’s going to take an incredible miracle, but I believe God is the God of miracles. The devil is fighting for Peyton’s soul, and I will not let him have it. I am not giving up on this man because I see the incredible potential in him. Please pray for the strongholds of addiction to be completely broken from him. Also, please pray that the judge and the DA show mercy on him and not leave him with a huge record with felonies. Please pray for his soul and his spirit to be completely renewed through Christ.
Thank you so very much for reading this. Thank you for your prayers.
