Jeanette, please read what you posted. You posted the Kirk chose to take narcotics in an amount that was sufficient to "end his pain". That means one of two things. Either he knowingly took enough narcotic medication to ensure he would never wake up, or that he foolishly, and without medical prescription or supervision, took an amount of a narcotic that rendered him in a state where he couldn't feel the pain. Either way, what you are describing is a suicide. Whether it was intentional or an accident doesn't really matter.
Others on this forum are urging you to get out of Vegas and at least find a better class of loser to hang out with. That is what is called good advice. I think your family is in Phoenix, if memory serves, and however they are living, it has to beat moving into a tiny studio apartment with a man who has no functional sense of hygiene. Go home. Grieve your loss. Don't make your situation even worse.
My mother lives in Florida. I won't live with her. We absolutely don't get along. She's dealing with her own loss, which happened over a year ago. She has not sought help to deal with her own grief, and she's always lamenting over whether she should keep her job, or whether her job will even still keep her as time goes by.
My brother lives in temporary housing in Mississippi. While training to be a doctor, he spends 10+ hours working as an intern, six, sometimes seven days a week. He is rooming with three other men, and moves around as the military requires. He helps me as much as he can, but he's limited due to the requirements of both his training, and the military.
My sister, I'm not sure where she's located. She's home schooling six children, who range in age from, I believe, age 4 to age 15. I'm not sure, I haven't kept up with the ages of her children. She's barely managing to support her family, even though she has access to military benefits through her husband.
This is my family. I was living in Arizona years ago, before meeting Kirk. I had no family there, and the one friend I had there is currently unavailable. Sure, I could uproot myself, I've done it all my life. However, I do have to consider my cats. Therefore, I will stay with Joe. I have already explained to him that I'm going to be working to get him support to improve his life and situation. I'm not simply moving in with him because I'm left with no choice. I could possibly leave my two cats with him, and go elsewhere (I've been homeless, not really scared of that even).
I do appreciate the advice given in the last comments. I have to work within the strictures of my insurance, unless I'm able to get work that offers insurance. I still have no information about the mystery computer job. But hey, if someone knows of a job opening for someone to work with animals, with no formal training, let me know. I would jump at an opportunity like that. And yes, I will be looking for those type of jobs, as well as anything else available. Fast food jobs suck, but hey, it's work.
