Your Partner Smokes Weed. You Don’t. Will it Work?
He’ll Never Stop. You’ll Never Start.
This is about the recreational kind, not the medicinal kind. That’s an entirely different issue.
From the minute we met, he was larger than life to me. I appreciated him and had been grateful for him and loved him…or so I thought.
He was responsible and controlled. He was open and fiercely loyal to the things and people that mattered to him. He was kind and generous with high standards for integrity and character. I’d never met anyone who was so hard-working and reliable. He had a soft spot for animals and was funny and smart and had a very strong sense of self. He was opinionated but not over the top. He didn’t sugar-coat things and he was very helpful and willing to learn. He made me feel physically safe and protected and it’s the sexiest thing in the WORLD when someone makes you feel that way. He made an effort to be insightful and perceptive.
He genuinely understood when I was worried about my pets, friends, or family and he’d ask about it and listen. I respected that he wasn’t a player. It made me feel loved when he’d make coffee in the morning for me and walk into work and give me yogurt and a banana — how handsome he was when he was getting out of the shower and ready for the day.