I had been using medical marijuana for two years before I met my girlfriend. One of the first discussions we had was about medical marijuana, and she told me she 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 unbelievable until I got home, but she was talking about her mother, and she told me she couldn’t understand why she wanted medical marijuana. She said people put up with the pain of arthritis all the time, but they didn’t all go for medical marijuana. She was calling her a wimp and acting like she was better than her. I reminded him that was her mother, and she didn’t know how she felt, or what she was going through. I asked him what she would do if she had to put up with that pain all the time, or not be able to walk without excruciating pain. She said she 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. Sporadically, my skin hurt so excruciating that wearing clothing was entirely optional. She 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.