My Grandmother has been raising me since I was 10 years old! Both of my parents were totally addicted to drugs.
Honestly, they were in and out of jail and then sentenced to prison when I was 10.
My Grandmother made the move to take custody of my sister and I so we didn’t have to make our way into the foster care system. I am harshly thankful that our Grandmother chose to make that move, because my sister and I would have been separated otherwise. My Grandmother worked hard to put a roof over our head and food on the table regularly. Even at 60 years old, she was still taking on a full-time job and taking care of my sister and I. I finished with high school and managed to get a scholarship to play hoops at the community college. My good pals and I went to a recreational marijuana dispensary a single day and picked out a few pre-rolled marijuana cigarettes, and we smoked a good amount of them that weekend. I easily had a half of a joint in my pocket when I went back to my place. I didn’t think my Grandmother would be able to actually smell the marijuana that I had, although she started asking questions when I got back. My Grandmother was terribly aggravated that I was using recreational marijuana. I tried to tell her that cannabis is not illegal, although she is distraught that I will develop a fairly serious drug problem that will destroy the rest of my college experience. It’s not truly easy to explain recreational marijuana use to my Grandmother, because most of her life has been a harsh war on drugs. My mother has been in and out of rehab since she was 20 though.