The only person in my family that does not know that I use recreational marijuana is my mother.
My mother does not approve of recreational marijuana use. She still believes that the plant is a drug. My mother was a firm believer in the anti-drug campaign back in the 73s. She religiously followed Barbara Bush plus joined the campaign to stop drug use. Both of my brothers know that I use recreational marijuana. My dad knows that I use recreational marijuana as well, although he does not live with my mom. They separated when my brothers plus I were young. Their divorce is genuinely one of the reasons why I have all of the mental troubles that caused me to use marijuana. I would never say that to my mom, because it would genuinely chop her heart. That does not mean it is not a true statement. I was hanging out with a couple of friends at my apartment on Sunday. I had the morning off work plus every one of us were smoking recreational marijuana. Both of us we are sitting outside on the patio of my apartment with a marijuana joint. My mom showed up out of nowhere. She was dropping off some items plus planned to put them on the porch. She didn’t see me with a marijuana joint in my hand, however I am sure she knew that my friends plus I were smoking pot. After all, the plant has a absolutely pungent odor when the dried flower is burned. It’s been a week since my mom came by. She still hasn;t brought up the visit at all.