Recently got into smoking T after taking prescription adderall for the better half of my life — both of which my fiancé knows nothing about. That is, until this morning where she walks into our room holding my stash bag. My heart drops and she asks me plainly what it is (already knowing the answer). I fess up to just getting some to sell to my friends and never actually doing any myself. But I think we both knew that wasn’t true or else why would I still be awake for the 3rd night in a row. Oof.

Any way she walked into the restroom to finish getting ready for work after letting out a deep sigh. She’s international so her opinion on any drugs is .. strict to say the least. I know her view of me is permanently changed forever and just need help coping. Any words of advice?