Dear Abby: He died in my house, and I feel so guilty

DEAR ABBY: I met “Donny” 18 months ago. For a while, we were both happy.

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Then suddenly, every Friday, Donny would make some excuse, smoke a cigarette and go to the bar across the street. Afterward, he would show up here drunk, and we would argue.

When Donny was sober, he was a great guy, but every weekend he disappeared.

Although I tried every day to help him, the drinking evolved into drugs.

A few months ago, he came over to visit. He started acting “off” and went into my bathroom. A short time later, I found him kneeling on the floor. It looked like he had taken something.

The next morning when I went to wake him up, Donny had died!

I called 911 and tried CPR. There was nothing they could do. He had overdosed.

I’m now living with guilt. If only I had tried to wak