I told her that if she didn’t love how much marijuana I used or had in the house; she didn’t need to visit
My mother came into the house the other day, and she was frustrated about smelling marijuana… She knew I used marijuana, and I had been using it since I was a teenager, then i had depression and the legalization of marijuana gave myself and others the ability to use marijuana as a natural medication, however my mom still didn’t love the idea of myself and others using marijuana, but I hadn’t had a manic episode for multiple years, and when she realized how much marijuana I had in the house, she freaked, but according to laws of Albuquerque, NM, as a medical marijuana patient, I could have as much marijuana as I wanted, in our home. I wasn’t doing anything wrong, and I didn’t have a big amount of marijuana, but more than our mother thought I should have. I told her that if she didn’t love how much marijuana I used or had in the house; she didn’t need to visit. I knew I hurt her feelings, but every time she comes to our house, I get a reprimand about using medical marijuana, but the funny section about myself and others using medical marijuana is that she was the one who took myself and others to the doctor to get it. She was cheerful the people I was with and I lived in Albuquerque, NM, where she could get medical marijuana to help with our depression. I just do not understand why she gets so worried about our marijuana use when she was the agreed with our doctor for it to be section of our depression arsenal.