(This is long as fuck.)
So Saturday I had my graduation ceremony and got my diploma and shit.
Family flies in, people are sending me money, got an ounce of mids a couple days ago.
I'm fuckin livin this shit up.
The ceremony ends and me and my family all go out to eat lunch.
I get a shit load of money/gifts including my dad's car. (I had a Ford f150 he had a Nissan Altima. Gas is raping me)
End Lunch. Me and a some friends meet up and smoke some weed.
(pass some time)
Other friend gets the first legit purp I've had in 2 years. We smoke some weed.
I go home Saturday night, feeling like a fucking king. New car, money, the shit. I smoke some more weed.
Sunday, I get up, cut the grass, call a friend, lookin to match some bowls.
Before I leave, I find in necessary to add a hard drive to my computer. I stash all my shit in my computer. Bubbler, pipe, weed, everything.
So I take my computer apart, and put all my shit in a drawer in my closet, and leave to meet my friend.
We proceed to smoke a good number of bowls.
I go home, still considerably high and eat with the family. I come home high a lot with the family but I'm not fucking retarded, so they don't suspect much so it's not that big of a deal.
My dad is being sketchy, I call it paranoia and continue to eat. I ask to leave the table (have to be polite when the grandparents are around) and head out to meet a few other friends to continue the celebration. My dad says he needs to talk to me after dinner. He said it with that 'you are in some fucking trouble' tone.
I go and talk to my dad and he says if he goes up to my room, and looks in my top drawer, what will he find? I was like, fuck. I couldn't lie, so I told him the truth, a bubbler, weed, whatnot.
I take all the shit down to my parents room.
My dad claimed he searched my room because it smelled like smoke.
Bullshit, I haven't smoked in my room for a good while. No reason for it to smell.
I'm shocked he invaded my privacy like that. He could have just asked me why it smelled like smoke. I have lost all trust in my parents. My dad said, during a long ass talk we had, that he had been in my room before, and checked that same drawer. What the fuck?
This story wasn't meant to be this long.
So my Mom flips her shit. She sent me to rehab roughly 10 months ago, outpatient, for smoking weed. I was in there with dudes who smoked crack, dealed, grew, robbed, everything. I fucking smoked some weed. (Nothing against crack by the way, just not my thing.)
My dad was the one who got me out of that shitty ass rehab place. He saw the bullshit in it, it was really a terrible program.
So I don't know what to expect in terms of punishment.
They said, I could either choose to be grounded, or give up my computer. I was like, fuck that, take my goddamn computer.
So they know, that since I have been out of rehab, I smoke weed. I get my computer back after Bonnaroo (June 16). Shit really isn't that bad.
I feel like, if I tried really hard, I could possibly get my father to come to terms with the fact that I smoke weed. Any advice would be appreciated. He has never smoked, or so he tells me.
My Mom is helpless. She won't let me say a damn thing to her, she just tells me it's horrible and I'll get in trouble. When I start saying the facts, she just fucking tells me she doesn't want to hear it and I need to shut it.
She can be a fucking bitch.
I have no charges, never been arrested, never even been pulled over. Nothing. Clean ass record.
Doesn't really effect my grades much, it just comes down to whether or not I care.
Ya'll have any advice on how to deal with this situation? I feel bad for getting all this free shit, and then disappointing my parents. Think I could make them see things how I see them? I feel that, if they just turn a blind eye, there wouldn't be any problems. I never get in trouble for anything weed related, unless they snoop around a little, and invade my privacy. I always lose a little respect for my parents when they blatantly ignore facts and just do what they think they should. I mean, I'm 2 months from leaving to go to a University. There isn't much more they can change about me. I appreciate what they have done for me, (paying for college, and my insurance. Yes I have a job.) but it just seems too illogical to not just turn a blind eye. All it causes is drama and negative vibes from both parties.
I won't be able to check this thread for a while, as I won't have a computer. They didn't take it tonight, but tomorrow, shit is gone.
I already miss my bubbler and little bit of weed I gave them. And a lighter. Damn.
I'm done.
I would like some cheese with my wine. I'm pretty high, and I rambled, but I'm done.