Two weeks ago.
I found him. I never actually thought he'd do it. He said if he did he would make sure neither me or his family found him. But he knew I'd come downstairs in the morning and find him that way. He didn't leave a note.
He had substance issues and did it after a horrible argument regarding his usage. The last words he said to me were awful. I know he didn't plan to do it that night so it was spur of the moment fulled by drugs.
I can't be in my house. I'm distant from my family. I'm not particularly close to his although they have included me in arrangements but I know after the funeral they will never speak to me again. I'm staying with a friend who is kind but obviously clueless. He's a male friend so it's a very "bro" relationship we have.
I've lost everything. Just over two weeks ago o had a loving partner, Hope, plans for the future and a beautiful home. Now everything's gone.