He Faked Depression To Exploit My Grief Over My Dead Brother

Summary

My boyfriend was drowning in depression.

Between his prescription meds and private specialists, his treatment was costing thousands of dollars a month. To keep him afloat, I practically lived on caffeine, taking on endless freelance art commissions and delivering food day and night. My friends begged me to slow down, constantly warning me that I was going to work myself into an early grave.

Then came the afternoon I accepted a high-end delivery heading to an exclusive, gated neighborhood.