When we first started getting to know each other, he told me he had an honest confession to make. The way he built it up, you would have thought he was about to confess to something as terrible as diverting public funds somewhere else.

“It has been eating me up, and unless I tell you, I can’t fully commit to this relationship.”

I prepared myself for the worst.

He has a history of smoking weed. According to him, it was something he used to do in the past, but he had stopped a long time ago and had completely committed himself to living a healthier life. I appreciated his honesty and believed him.

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Shortly after the confession, I went to spend some time with him, including cooking with him. At one point, he stepped out to buy some groceries. When he came back, I noticed he had a piece of paper rolled between his lips, the same way people roll papers to smoke weed.

He said it was just part of the withdrawal process. Sometimes, out of habit, he still found himself rolling papers even though he no longer smoked.

As I was unpacking the groceries he had bought, I found weed among them. Naturally, I asked him about it.

“It was my former dealer. He saw me and pushed it into the bag. He was forcing it on me. I didn’t want to disgrace the man, so I took it and shoved it into the bag.”

I promise you, I didn’t believe one iota of truth in his story. But he stuck to the same explanation every single time I asked, so eventually, I accepted it.

I was in the house again one day when I picked up a cup and found weed inside it. I screamed loudly enough that he came rushing into the room to find out what was happening.

He had an explanation for that too. He said it had been there for a very long time.

During one of my previous visits, I had found some weed and thrown it away. So how did it manage to find its way back into the room? Is there a ghost in the house that keeps bringing back the very thing he claims he is trying to avoid?

On another visit, I found more weed in one of his drawers. Once again, he claimed it was old and even said he didn’t know there was anything like that in the drawer.

I really like spending time with him because he is fun, we laugh together so easily, and we have so much in common that it makes me want to believe in the relationship. Recently, I found myself at his place again, and he had prepared braised rice, but just as I was about to eat, he took the plate from me before I could scoop a mouthful and eat. I didn’t understand why at that moment and went ahead to eat anyway when I got the plate back.

I began feeling unusually hot after eating that meal, a heat that wasn’t normal at all, and when I decided to take a bath to cool down, chills just ran over my entire body in waves. I couldn’t remember anything from that point until the following morning, and the only conclusion I could come to was that there had been weed in the food.

When I confronted him, he completely denied it. Instead of taking responsibility, he insisted nothing had been added to the food and came up with another explanation.

“You must have drunk alcohol before coming here.”

I hadn’t.

Most recently, I visited him again and found a lighter in his pocket.

He said it was for lighting the gas cooker.

But when I went into the kitchen, there was already a box of matches sitting there.

Every single incident points me to the same conclusion: he still smokes weed.

Yet every single time I find something, he comes up with another explanation. Whenever I question him, he manipulates the conversation until I start wondering whether I’m imagining things. He tells me I’m exaggerating, that I’m overthinking, and that nothing is going on.

What scares me isn’t even the possibility that he still smokes. It’s the constant denial.

If he admitted he still struggles with it, I would actually be willing to support him and help him quit. But how do you help someone who refuses to admit there’s even a problem?

He is a young man working at a big firm. If you met him, you would never suspect any of this. He carries himself well, looks responsible, and gives absolutely no clue that this is happening behind closed doors.

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So, am I really exaggerating? Isn’t all of this enough to suggest that he still smokes? And if he does, why can’t he simply admit it?

—Winner

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