So let me start this with a backstory. My roommate started keeping weed in the room during the fall. Every time I found out, I told him sternly to get it out of the room or I would call the police. This happened at least 10-15 times. Eventually, he stopped doing it. Friday night, he did it again, so I told him this was the last warning, and he seemed to not care as I found it again on Saturday night. Keep in mind I am very sensitive to smells so that would give me chest pains and headaches. Saturday night, I eventually got tired of it and told the RA, who then told the campus police department (expected). There were multiple reasons I reported him:
-Weed is illegal for all purposes here. As somebody who is looking at going into law enforcement, I was not about to let it slide, especially with the attitude he gave me towards telling him to get it out. He constantly told me that it was “harmless”, or would lie to me and say it was nothing. Of course, I could tell he was lying.
-I care about his well-being. He has flat out gotten addicted to it, and I hate seeing people doing things to destroy their lives. I naturally had to intervene, even if it meant doing this. He hates me with a passion now (I’m in a temporary room for my safety as he has a knife), but I’m hoping he thanks me in a few years.
-If any trace of it is found in the room after we move out (this week), we will both get in legal trouble. I was not about to take that risk.
Aside from the stashing drugs in the room and lying to me about it, he has been somewhat considerate, as in respecting my possessions and personal space, and I’m admittedly not the most considerate person in the whole world so if we throw out the drug thing we’re even on the legal, but inconsiderate things we do.
I do feel bad because his court date is likely after we leave, which means he’ll have to fly back. I have offered to help him, but naturally he is ignoring me. The one time we did text, he accused me of “ruining his life,” which I responded back with he did this to himself and if he needs any help with this process give me a holler as I know it has to be a pain. I am now one of the most hated people on my floor thanks to this. I don’t care what other people think, I have good friends outside of my floor and very few attachments on my floor. Problem is, it has been bugging me because this is a potential life changer for both me and him. I just want to know if it was the right thing to do or what I could do to kind of better this process for both of us. Any thoughts?