I hated to admit to myself, let alone anyone else, although I was ashamed of our mother for using marijuana; All our life I had grown up listening to our mom tell us drugs aren’t wonderful for you, however she told us that marijuana could alter your mood as well as make you crazy.
She talked about her sibling as well as how he would get mean as well as beginning thinking everyone was against him, when I found out our mom was using medical marijuana for her arthritis, I was angry.
She was a hypocrite for pushing the method of how bad it was for us, however it was okay for her to use marijuana; I thought she should learn to deal with her pain as well as 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, as well as it would not make her high. I avoided our mom for numerous weeks, but she was at the family celebration last week. It was the first time I had seen without her walker or wheelchair. She was laughing at something one of our sibling’s sons had said, as well as she bent down to supply him a hug. She wasn’t glassy eyed or acting overly anxious, or laughing too much. She was the mom I remembered her being when I was a kid. I walked up to her as well as gave her a hug. She cried as well as 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 couldn’t walk without it. She still had a cane, but she was walking as well as with the family again. I was ashamed of myself for thinking the worst about our mom.