So let me tell you about the first time I got high. I was 25. After months of suspecting my husband of using he finally told me the truth. He told me he was smoking dope. I wasn't mad at him, I was just disappointed that he lied to me for so long about it. After a few days of watching him be out in the open I naturally grew more curious and decided it would be best if I smoked with him. I was so enticing. I knew it would bring us closer together and it did that night. I never used a lighter before so he had to hold it for me. He showed me how to roll the piece. How to burn it correctly. How to breathe it in. I felt a sudden rush inside my body, I was overwhelmed with calm. I felt everything and nothing. We talked all night, laughed, and made love. It was perfect. This was the start of my addiction and of my self destruction.