In my youth, there were certain things that were black and white, period. Drugs were one of those issues. When I started dating my husband, had I known that he smoked pot recreationally, there’s no way in hell I would have continued dating him, let alone marry him.

He never smoked around me, then he joined the Navy so he couldn’t. Once he was out of the service it wasn’t worth the risk (getting fired from his job). Although to this day he says if it was legal he’d much rather smoke a joint than have a beer (neither of us drink either.)

I am in no way advocating the use of illegal drugs. But had I known then what I know now, I would have dismissed him without a second thought. I would have missed out on an excellent husband, wonderful father, and truly amazing, responsible man.