That’s it really.
He went out to shops. I heard buzzing noise in his room. Went in, found cheap PAYG phone under his bed, and some messages re. requests for 1/8th ounce weed etc or whatever measurement was.
I have been a bit suspicious recently, and a couple of signs. I’ve asked him a couple of times. But he’s always denied.
Not sure what to do. We’ve talked about some of dangers re drugs in the past. Can’t see that talking again would make much difference, I’m not sure.
I feel a bit lost. Upset, disappointed, almost on edge of tears, but eerily calm. Don’t know what to do.