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I have a girlfriend. I’ve had a girlfriend for about three months and things have gotten quite serious. It’s gotten so serious that we have said the ‘L’ word to each other and neither of us felt it was odd to say it.

Things have been going quite well, that is, things were going quite well until she, along with her roommates and now friends of mine, moved into the city. 

Back where she used to live she used to smoke pot on occasion. This didn’t bother me, really, as it never negatively effected me. But she’s been doing it more since she’s moved into the city as there are more places to get it. A friend of her’s that is moving in soon is nicknamed the “princess of pot” because she does it all fucking day. I have issue with this because if I were to get drunk all day people would send me away to AA but apparently it’s just fine if someone gets high all day.

Anyways.

I was cooking my girlfriend a steak dinner and was very excited to have her eat it as I had not cooked her something of that calibre yet. When I went into the living room to ask what she wanted to drink with dinner she was ‘hitting a bong load.’ This greatly upset me. We were supposed to go out for a dinner, the two of us, because we had yet to have an actual date but it began thunder-storming so I opted to cook. But then she got high and then wanted to eat in the living room because some French language kid’s show was on. I would have laughed at this perfect set up for a comedy bit if I weren’t in the middle of it.

The next day we planned to go for a long walk and made a list of shoppes we wanted to go to. Guess what? She got high and didn’t want to go because she was ‘too lazy, man.’ Full disclosure, it was noon on a Wednesday.

Now she’s attending the annual ‘weed march’ in downtown Toronto on April 20th. I was already planning on attending the counter protest but she informed me that I’m not allowed to attend. She says that her friends will not welcome me in their apartment if I attend the counter protest and it will hurt her for me to do so. This caused a full-blown argument that had her accusing me of trying to control her, change who she is and the like. It had me accusing her of being childish, irresponsible and ridiculous. She says if I can’t accept that she’s going to smoke pot outside of a social setting (ie. in the middle of the day, before dinner, etc.) than I have to choose between her and how I feel about pot.

Now not only am I stark raving mad at the ridiculousness of the law abiding one having to choose law abiding and a girlfriend but I’m also confused. I’m confused because I care madly for this girl and like her a great deal and I don’t know what to do. I’m torn between my beliefs and my feelings and neither is willing to budge.

Tumblrverse, I need some fucking advice.