Oregonic, absolutely RIGHT about understanding spouses.
Quickly (if not briefly, I do touch-type), my story: Old work injury has left me with a pretty borked back, years ago problems translated downward to my hips, now knees, feet. I used to be fairly active I like to think, used to ride horses, quads, go boating, do a lot of hiking, swimming, anything outside and fun that's not running. Anyway, I've also been an almost full-time head since I was 14yo, and I'm a teetotaler. I love my weed. LOVE IT, smoke all day long if I can. And so, I used to buy a lot of weed. But with the injury I was beginning to have to take a lot of pain control meds. Hubby didn't like how they affected me, especially Vicodin, but that was for the kidney stones. He just doesn't like pills.
I'd tried growing over the years, under things like 100W incandescent bulbs and of course I always failed, I figured it was one plant I couldn't grow. Then, about three or four years ago, when things went really sour between us and our tenant he said, "I want you to try to grow your own pot." See, the tenant paid part of his rent in weed to me, saved us a LOT of money, but no more on that as it's another one of my long stories.
So I'd been getting this weed grown by a lazy grower, he never checked for hermies and his shit's always seeded. I started some seeds, grew 'em out on the back deck. This was... '07 I think? Something like that, I started them in winter and put them out back, didn't pay attention to a thing. I lost a lot of plants, and then mentioned to a friend what I was doing and he pointed me to RIU, where I started learning a lot more. Things like how to sex the plants. Surprisingly, that grow turned out pretty well and left me with a lot more than I expected.
By winter of '08 it was my husband who began making plans to build me a growing area in our basement. He even went behind my back and borrowed money from my mother to get it finished. I've been working on stepping up my game ever since then, and it's gotten to be almost exactly like how it went for me when I got into fish and ended up working the trade to support my habit. The work, time, effort and money that he's put into it amazes me, you would not believe what he's done for me, from building planters to building out the basement to the rooms, it just goes on and on and on.
Obsession is an understatement for many of us.
Oh, most interesting thing for me is that my husband doesn't smoke. He's smoked with me once (Mother of Thor, cuz his nick @ work is Thor and he has a big hammer) and it put his dick in the dirt. Too bad it wasn't in... :inlove wait, never mind, TMI. :giggle
I adore that man.
Like I said, quickly, if not briefly.
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