They didn’t believe me. I tried to not let it get to me. “This external change shouldn’t affect your internal drive to stay sober” I told myself. I’m back in sober living. At least my parents and pretty much everyone believe me that I hadn’t used. So at least I’m not homeless, which is what my dad threatened me with when he didn’t know the whole story. 

But today, the day after getting kicked out, i relapsed on fentanyl. Thank you for those who wished me luck initially. I feel awful right now.