My wife and I have been together for 22 years. She loves me no matter what. She's cool with me smokin' though she's not able to herself. She used to smoke. Hell, when we were dating she would have me score quarters for her and then she would only smoke it when I was around. When I would go through all of my stash and have to wait till payday to score another sack and I'd be all bummed out cause I wanted to get high she'd come walking back into the room with a bag that hadn't been touched since the last time I was out. I guess she kind of had me set up with a weed savings account. At one point I thought " she only seems to smoke if I'm with her and only if it's rolled into a jay, at some point she's going to start that whole " I don't like you smoking pot" thing" like other girlfriends have. But she never did. After we got married she still didn't care and didn't seem to mind if I had a friend or two over to play vid games and get high all night. Her job as a medical professional requires the threat of random piss tests so she can't smoke with me. She love to smell it after it's freshly grinded and every year around christmas she will get high once or twice with the idea that it could be blamed on second hand smoke at a New Years Eve Party. She kept me on the right path for success without being a nag. She truly is an amazing woman who is my best friend. We have this " You jump, I jump" loyalty to one another and of all of the good things that have come to me so far in my life she's biggest and best good thing to happen to me and the reason for all of the other good things. I could write volumes extolling her qualities that make her such a fine woman and friend.