As for the pot - that bothered me greatly, and it was always a point of contention between us, long before we were married. I was raised in a drug-free home, and never tried drugs of any kind, even when it was offered to me in high school and college. I was never even curious about it, and just never saw the need to experiment. It's illegal, and jobs drug test, I'm generally not a rule breaker and certainly have never taken chances that could cost me my job. I do, however, understand that medicinal marijuana has been shown to be very beneficial to a variety of serious medical issues, and feel it should be legal and readily available for that purpose.
I'm not here to argue or discuss the pros and cons of legalizing pot. Since I don't use it, it doesn't affect me either way. Going back to my original point of this about my ex-husband - he used it because he liked it. He couldn't see the idiot he turned into when he was high (not that he would have cared). We had a huge argument the day after we got married because the couple that stood with us, my matron of honor and his best man, brought him a bag of pot. They tried to be secretive about it, but of course I found out and was PISSED. My matron of honor knew how I felt about pot, and I was so hurt that she would disrespect me like that. That friendship ended right there. I told my ex that day "if I had known you were going to continue smoking pot, I never would have married you. I've made a huge mistake". How many times do you think that statement was thrown in my face the next 12 years? Enough that I'd be a rich woman today if someone gave me a dollar every time.
My ex claimed he used pot because he was part American Indian, and it was a substitute for peyote. Of course the truth was he just liked the high. The bullshit he would spew about how it helped him have visions like peyote - he was so full of shit. None of his visions ever turned out to come true (not like I ever thought they would). He pretty much stopped his vision nonsense when he was wrong about what sex our child would be.
He wasn't the sharpest crayon in the box, but when he was stoned, I could tell immediately. As if the red eyes weren't a dead giveaway, he became even dumber than usual
Seriously, like only a few brain cells above amoeba. I know not everyone is like that when high, most folks I've been around just get the red eyes and "the stoner look". And that bastard loved to get right up in my face with his pot and beer breath, whether it was to try to be affectionate, or to scream at me. I absolutely cannot stand the smell of pot, whether it's the kind from back then, or today's nasty "stinkweed". And I don't care for the smell of beer on someone's breath today.
Had I never married my ex, I probably wouldn't have the intense hatred for pot that I have today. I just didn't care one way or another prior to him since it never affected me.
That is why I hate marijuana.
Please do not comment or message me with trying to enlighten me or change my feelings about this - just know that if you partake, I do not hate you. I will never put you down or criticize you for your choice.
