have we met?

Its almost impossible to think that someone could for real be like this. My ex. Pfft.
I keep seeing him around town and I'm tired of seeing him. Period.
So here's the guy who met in rehab, It was his fifth time in rehab and my third. It hadnt worked before, and it didnt work that time either. Maybe it could have, but we decided to start having illicit relations while we were both clients in a residential facility.
It was known but kept a secret. I suppose out friends talked about it privately, but didnt want to out us. Didnt want us to get in trouble or get terminated from the program. At one point something was said to staff about suspicious behaviour between him and I within the building. When we were confronted about it the program director pulled us out of the community and into his office, and told us there had been SEVERAL reports from clients and one from staff that there had been "incidents".
Once our door was locked and we were both in the room.
Somone heard the bed creaking in my room.
And i was in bed in my underwear while he was sitting on the side of my bed. 
All of these things did happen. but we denied them, of course. 
I'm writing this now because I just spotted him in the library, I walked past and towered over him while he was stooped over in his chair stairing at the computer screen. The library just opened 45 minutes ago. He must be avoiding his wife. Oh yeah, now he's married. LOLOLOL!!! 
Back to the story, We made it through the program and he went to the second phase of treatment, which was to move out of the house and participate in an aftercare treatment plan, which is basically group therapy once a week, once a month sessions with a counselor and random drug tests. And money, of course, they always want your money. 
I however, decided to, being the good public servant that I am, stay at the facility and become a mentor to young men still coming through the program. It was a three month commitment, and was basically 40 hours a week of volunteer work. You still lived in the house. And you recieved 42 dollars a month as a stipend. We would always joke because it was merely enough to buy a carton of cheap cigarettes every week. which you would need while working in the mentors office.
 So we continued to see one another, I would just take weekend passes and crash at his house and we would lay around, shoot dope, have sex, and then Sunday night I would go back to work at the facility till the following friday. 
As we continued this escapade, I started feeling jealousy about his freedom, he didn't have to sleep in the rehab every night, he got to go home and sleep in a real bed, he didnt have to sign in and out and give itineraries for everythign he did each day. I wanted the freedom and the real-life responsibility of a job. I started regretting the choice I made to stay at the rehab facility. We continue to do heroin, and that made things much much worse. The jealousy, the lying and deciet. the manipulation. the arguing. I wish I could say it was all his fault but i was no saint myself. I did go through his phone and found messages he either hadnt cleaned up or intentionally left for me to find, which mind you, is entirely possible because he told me early on in our dating relationship that he liked to "start shit" He liked to "create drama" and all that bullshit, game playing, really juvenile game-playing. SO the messages revealed him talking to other men and women about dating and spending time together while I was wither working or locked down at night.
I actually never confronted him about that. I was too scared and at that point it didnt even matter because a lot of things had happened and I knew that a) i was going back to jail b)we werent going to stay together and c)I really didnt care enough about the relationship to attempt any repairs.
We had stolen his roomates 52inch flatscreen and gotten a gram of dope for it. after that roomate left, he got a new one. And twice we army crawled into his bedroom while he was sleeping or showering and stole 100 dollar bills from his wallet. He did it, then I did it. The house belonged to his mother, so he was supposed to "pay rent" but obviously he never did. so she had to house someone else there to help her with the cost of the house. she didnt live there. she had remarried and moved to ohio with her new husband, while her baby boy was doing so well and staying clean and taking care of himself, being responsible. LOL. right.
So when we got found out I took the heat for everything. I said that I was going to jail anyway, and I didnt care. I said " you have a lot more to lose than me" And after that I was living on the street. His mother didnt want me to live there if I was going to be stealing from her tenants. 
She was actually sweet. but her son was such a piece of stinkin shit and a cold-bitch, that you couldnt help but resent her for not getting an abortion. 
To Be Continued.....