Matthew Perry’s Ex-Girlfriend Reveals Actor May Have Relapsed Days Before Death

Ever since the news of actor Matthew Perry’s unexpected death in his own hot tub, there has been a lot of speculation about why he drowned. Was there another health issue? Was he on drugs?

Now, Perry’s ex-girlfriend, Kayti Edwards, is speculating that Perry might’ve relapsed prior to his death. Edwards and Perry began dating back in 2006, and she believes that there is a clue in one of his recent social media posts that he may have had a relapse and might’ve been high when he made the post.

Edwards knew Perry pretty well and for quite a long time. Besides dating him, she also worked as his assistant in 2011, and she remained a close friend even after they were no longer linked romantically or professionally.

Edwards told The Sun, “There are a lot of things that aren’t adding up for me.” She added, “I don’t believe he just drowned in his Jacuzzi, that doesn’t sound right. I know Matthew and I know that he wouldn’t have just drowned.”

What does Edwards think happened? She points to drug use. She said, “I think he might have taken pills in the week leading up to this. They said there were no prescription painkillers at the scene, which doesn’t surprise me, because he didn’t leave drugs lying around. He was paranoid and would take them all, so there wasn’t any evidence, and then go out for more when he was ready to.”

Here are the reasons Edwards thinks Perry relapsed. First, he posted more than usual on social media, and second, in his final post, he referred to himself as “Mattman” which was an later ego inspired by his love for Batman.

 

 

Edwards claimed that Perry never called himself Mattman when he was sober. She said, “Mattman would come out when he was not sober and he felt kind of invincible. I was around when he was getting high, although I was not getting high with him, and when I would say maybe he should cool it a little bit with the drugs, he would say, ‘No, I’m Mattman’.”

Besides social media, Edwards thinks that the fact that Perry was in his hot tub was another sign that he relapsed. She claims that he liked to be in water when he was high. She explained, “One time, his neighbour in Hollywood Hills found Matthew naked and high in his swimming pool. I had to go over there and get him out of his neighbour’s pool. He had a thing with water when he was doing drugs. He always wanted to be in the pool or the Jacuzzi.”

What’s the hardest for Edwards about Perry’s death is that she never got to say goodbye to her friend. She explained, “When I heard that he had passed, I was sad that I didn’t get to say goodbye. That’s what kills me the most, that I didn’t get to say goodbye.”

Watch the video below to learn more about why Edwards believes Perry may have relapsed before he died.

Related Posts

Michelle Obama finally reveals why she skipped Trump’s inauguration

Michelle Obama has recently opened up about her decision to skip Donald Trump’s January inauguration — a move that drew considerable public attention. Her absence, particularly following…

Do You Remember This Essential Piece? If Your Past Is Rich With Memories, You Might Recognize It. Explore The Unexpected Journey That Defined Its Era! 🌟🌟 Find More Information Right Below The First Comment! 👇👇

Remember the days when every merchant and farmer relied on precision and craftsmanship to measure their goods? The Antique scales-cantor was an indispensable tool, a symbol of…

A POLICE OFFICER HELPED A LITTLE BOY TIE HIS SHOE—SECONDS LATER, EVERYONE IN THE RESTAURANT FROZE It was supposed to be just a quick lunch break. The officers sat at their table, half-eaten burgers and fries in front of them, when a little boy walked up. He wasn’t scared. He wasn’t shy. He simply lifted his foot and said, “Can you help me?” One of the officers chuckled, nodding as he knelt down to tie the boy’s untangled shoelaces. His hands moved carefully, tightening the knot as the other officers watched with amused smiles. It was such a small, innocent moment—something most people wouldn’t think twice about. And then— The restaurant door slammed open. A man rushed inside, his face pale, his voice shaking as he yelled— And in an instant, the officer shot to his feet, reaching for his radio. Lunch was over. Something was very wrong. (continues in the first 💬⬇️)

It was supposed to be just a quick lunch break. The officers sat at their table, half-eaten burgers and fries in front of them, when a little…

HE WOULDN’T LET GO OF THE CHICKEN—AND I DIDN’T HAVE THE HEART TO TELL HIM WHY SHE WAS MISSING YESTERDAY That’s Nugget. She’s not just a chicken. She’s his chicken. Every morning before school, he runs outside barefoot—even in the cold—to find her. He talks to her like she’s a classmate, tells her about spelling tests and what he thinks clouds are made of. She follows him like a dog. Waits by the porch until he gets home. We thought it was cute at first. Then we realized it was more than that. After his mom left last year, he got quiet. Stopped smiling the way he used to. Wouldn’t even touch his pancakes, and those used to be sacred to him. But then Nugget started hanging around—this awkward puff of yellow that wandered into our yard from who-knows-where. And something clicked. He smiled again. Started eating. Sleeping. Laughing. All because of this one goofy bird. Yesterday, Nugget was gone. We searched everywhere. Coop, woods, roadside. No feathers, no tracks, nothing. He cried himself to sleep with her photo clutched in his little fist. And then this morning—there she was. Just standing in the driveway like nothing happened. A little muddy. A scratch on her beak. But alive. He scooped her up, eyes shut tight like he was afraid she might disappear again. Wouldn’t let her go. Not for breakfast, not for school, not for anything. And as I stood there watching him, I noticed something tied around her leg. A tiny red ribbon. Frayed at the edges. And a tag I hadn’t seen before. It said: ⬇️ (continue reading in the first cᴑmment)

That’s Nugget. She’s not just a chicken. She’s his chicken. Every morning before school, he runs outside barefoot—even in the cold—to find her. He talks to her…

HE WASN’T SUPPOSED TO BE THERE—BUT THEN HE HUGGED ME LIKE I WAS FAMILY I was just trying to get across 7th Street without messing up my knee again. Had my little knee scooter, the kind with the one wheel in front, you know? I was mostly focused on not tipping over and getting to the coffee shop before the lunch crowd hit. Then I heard someone shout my name—not scream it, just say it with so much heart it stopped me cold. I turned, and there he was. Nico. He’s in the special needs program at our local high school, and I’d met him a few times at community events. Sweetest soul ever. He always called me his “hero,” which felt like a lot for a guy who just played semi-pro ball before tearing his ACL. But he remembered. Every game. Every score. Every stat. But I hadn’t seen him in months. Apparently, he convinced his older sister to skip her class and drive him downtown just to “check on me,” even though he knew I wasn’t playing anymore. He had this little sign he made with glitter letters that said, “WE LOVE YOU, TYRELL.” And yeah, I lost it. Right there on the sidewalk, with cars crawling past and people trying not to stare, Nico came up to me and wrapped his arms around my waist like I was still out there making game-winning plays. I bent down, hugged him back, and for a second, everything else—my injury, my doubts, my whole messed-up season—just disappeared. Then his sister quietly said, “Nico has something to tell you,” and his voice started to shake as he looked up at me…⬇️

I was just trying to get across 7th Street without messing up my knee again. Had my little knee scooter, the kind with the one wheel in…

I paid for a seat with extra legroom…

Long-haul flights can be a test of patience and comfort, especially overnight ones where passengers hope to catch some sleep while sitting upright. Many people pay extra…