The only person in my family that does not think 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 68s. She religiously followed Barbara Bush & joined the campaign to stop drug use. Both of my brothers think that I use recreational marijuana. My dad knows that I use recreational marijuana as well, even though he does not live with my mom. They separated when my brothers & I were young. Their divorce is honestly a single of the reasons why I have all of the mental problems that caused me to use marijuana. I would never say that to my mom, because it would honestly split her heart. That does not mean it isn’ta tplot statement. I was hanging out with a couple of friends at my house on Monday. I had the afternoon off work & both of us were smoking recreational marijuana. We we are kneeling outside on the patio of my house with a marijuana joint. My mom showed up out of nowhere. She was dropping off some items & planned to put them on the porch. She did not see me with a marijuana joint in my hand, but I’m sure she knew that my friends & I were smoking pot. After all, the plant has a easily pungent odor when the dried flower is burned. It’s been a month since my mom came by. She still hasn;t brought up the visit at all.