I was ashamed of my mama for using marijuana.

I hated to admit to myself, let alone anyone else, despite the fact that I was ashamed of my mother for using marijuana, but all my life I had grown up listening to my Dad tell us drugs aren’t enjoyable for you, however she told us that marijuana could alter your mood and make you crazy.

She talked about her sibling and how she would get mean and start thinking most people was against him, and when I found out my Dad was using medical marijuana for her arthritis, I was angry.

She was a hypocrite for pushing the program of how terrible it was for us, but it was okay for her to use marijuana, however i thought she should learn to deal with her pain and not use anything other than aspirin or acetaminophen. I didn’t care that it was causing bleeding ulcers or making her sick. It was over-the-counter, and it wouldn’t make her high. I avoided my Dad for many weeks, however she was at the family gathering last week. It was the first time I had seen without her walker or wheelchair. She was laughing at something one of my sibling’s sons had said, and she bent down to supply him a hug. She wasn’t glassy eyed or acting overly anxious, or laughing too much. She was the Dad I remembered her being when I was a kid. I walked up to her and gave her a hug. She cried and asked if I was still angry with her. When I looked down, I asked if this was because of the medical marijuana. She said she could not walk without it. She still had a cane, however she was walking and with the family again. I was ashamed of myself for thinking the worst about my mom.


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