When I got kicked out when I was 18, I stayed on an old coworker's couch. We had been friends before, but we hadn't spoken for a while since I started dating my ex. When my ex broke up with me, she reached out and let me crash on her couch. She was selling weed with an ex-boyfriend and occasionally hooking up. I had told her I used to act as a middle man in high school and help a friend sell his ADHD medication. She offered me to work with her since I had finally moved out, plus things were looking too good, so just in case I lost my job I would have back up money. I lost my job due to being unmedicated and my job's inability to be flexible with their schedule (I had legal jurisdiction of my sister at the time and I was late three times from taking her to the ER). There were moments before I started working for them that I said no, but of course that was ignored. LONG STORY SHORT: after my car accident, I told them I wasn't doing it anymore and I backed off. I ceased communication with them, especially her ex (who loved to hit on me). I feel kinda bad about it, but I'm finding myself becoming increasingly paranoid about this. My grandpa used to gang bang and frankly, he's a whole mess. I'm just worried now about cycles repeating and I'm just now reeling from what has been happening the past two months. Shit really just turned out of nowehere. Working with my first group, distributing shit was fine, but this dude was seriously a mini-chapo. Nothing about her ex registered as sane.