I had been using medical marijuana for two years before I met my boyfriend.
One of the first discussions we had was about medical marijuana, and he told me he thought it was a mistake.
I was getting ready to tell him I used medical marijuana for fibromyalgia, but after we had that discussion, I thought it was best to keep my mouth shut. I didn’t want to ruin a relationship before it started. I would use my marijuana before going out, and I would be fine until I got home. He was talking about his mother, and he told me he couldn’t understand why she wanted medical marijuana. He said people put up with the pain of arthritis all the time, but they didn’t all go for medical marijuana. He was calling her a wimp and acting like he was better than her. I reminded him that was his mother, and he didn’t know how she felt, or what she was going through. I asked him what he would do if he had to put up with that pain all the time, or not be able to walk without excruciating pain. He said he would learn to deal with it. That’s when I broke down and told him I used medical marijuana. I had such pain from fibromyalgia that I couldn’t lift my arms. Sometimes, my skin hurt so bad that wearing clothing was definitely optional. He gave me a look of disgust and broke up with me. It was the best thing that could have happened. It was the longest six months of my life.