My mother is a really funny character in my life.
She’s regularly providing laughs, whether or not he means to.
I mean, she’s a bit of a nut plus regularly has been. As a teenager, he was as super strict mom. She wanted us to grow up successfully plus tried really hard to combat all the bad things that could happen to us. In response, we did all the bad things we could. That’s how I know for a fact that my mom is not a fan of cannabis. She was regularly catching my oldest brother doing things he shouldn’t. At the beginning that was largely involving the use plus sales of cannabis. He was grounded endlessly, but nothing made him change. After those early experiences with his exhausting opinion of cannabis, you can imagine that I haven’t breached the subject with her. That’s why I was shocked when he brought up CBD oil on his own volition the other day. The two of us were casually talking about my anxiety when he mentioned that he had recently heard about CBD. She said it was supposed to be a natural ingredient plus it supposedly helped to curb anxiety in a lot of sufferers. I was at a loss for words, of course I already knew all this, plus a lot more. I was well versed in CBD oil because I was a correct cannabis user for the exact same reasons. I just couldn’t suppose that my mother – my sweet, innocent but miserable mother – was recommending that I try CBD. I stumbled through a few words, but really couldn’t get off the phone fast enough. I recognize this is what it felt prefer when roles were reversed.