If I could give this place 0 stars, I would. It was a disaster from the start. My husband checked in late Monday night. By Wednesday, I hadn’t heard anything, so I called. Admissions said they couldn’t confirm or deny he was even there. I called multiple days with no answers. Strangely, they had no issue calling me about his insurance (which he had through me) but wouldn’t provide even basic info about his well-being. Turns out, they never had him sign a release of information (ROI). When I said I’d drop off a letter for him, admissions threatened to call the police on me.
Eventually, after escalating to someone higher up, they finally got him to sign the ROI. I received a brief update and was told he’d been moved to residential care. I got his clinician Corey’s contact info. I emailed Corey and only got a one-sentence reply. I also tried leaving messages for my husband, but got no return calls. Finally, Corey and my husband called together—to ask if I could drop off cigarettes. I did (regrettably), but when I arrived, the front desk wouldn’t give them to him due to lack of documentation. I texted Corey to confirm his approval—no response.
That same night, a female patient shouted my husband’s name from the stairs. Every other rehab he’s attended has kept genders strictly separated, so this raised concerns. The next day, I tried calling again—no response. Eventually Corey called and accused me of “bombarding” my husband and said to leave him alone. I told him I felt used, and he refused to relay that, saying, “We don’t do he said, she said.” Ironically, he then told my husband I was contacting him after hours.
A supervisor named Ariana texted me at 9:45 PM to check in—but later chastised me for contacting them outside business hours. I was never even told what those hours were. I’m a mom to a 2-year-old and sometimes the only time I have to send an email is at night. I asked for a follow-up update the next Tuesday—Corey never responded, and Ariana told me, “We typically provide updates once a week.”
I visited my husband that Sunday. The visit felt off—his interactions with women, his coldness toward me. I raised concerns, and Corey said men and women barely interact and are always supervised. Later, my husband said Corey told him everything I had communicated to Corey. It felt like he was trying to turn him against me. In what world is that healthy for someone’s recovery?
Then I got a call from my father-in-law saying Corey told them my husband didn’t want contact with me. An hour later, my husband called, unaware any of that was said. He never signed a ROI for them—yet Corey shared private details. Meanwhile, they refused to even confirm my husband was there without an ROI when I called in the first week. Highly unprofessional.
I emailed Corey Monday—no response. Tuesday—no response. Wednesday—again, nothing. I left voicemails and texts—still no reply. Then during a scheduled couples therapy prep call, I was informed that my husband had been “therapeutically transferred” to a men’s sober living facility—aka, kicked out. They refused to explain why, but my husband told me he was caught in the woods from 10 PM to midnight with two girls and another guy—past curfew, so all four were removed.
Corey had claimed men and women were “closely monitored” and “kept separate”—clearly not. The final advice I got from their clinician? “Demand the truth and know your worth.” That said it all.
Now, I’m dealing with the fallout of an impending divorce and custody battle—after my husband cheated on me at rehab. If you care at all about your loved one’s recovery—or your own mental...
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