Proclamations & Confessions

My Soul Sister and I are going into the medical marijuana business as growers. We've got the land and formed a business, Triple Crescent Farms. Her in-laws are old hippies with plenty of knowledge and experience. I've been busting my ass researching everything I can think of that relates to business farms. It will probably be at least a year before we get through all the red tape and can actually begin, but we're going to be prepared. Not only do I have Lupus, but I also have Rheumatoid Arthritis and a couple of other illnesses. I'm in pain 80% of the time. Since there's supposedly some kind of "Opioid Crisis" plaguing America, I haven't been able to get pain medication like I used to. I drink Kratom tea on a regular basis to take the edge off, but it does have a limit. I would do damn near anything to be able to get medical marijuana, but I don't qualify in Texas. I've been pretty excited about this business venture since we first considered it. We've got a 10 year plan and year two sees me moving to Oklahoma to work at it full time. Hubby and I are loading the kids up Thursday to head into the mountains for a quick vacation. My Soul Sister and I are finalizing some of the company paperwork Friday, so we will officially be owners. I've talked to my 14 year old daughter about it because I'm pretty blunt with her about most things and I truly believe in medical marijuana. I don't hide my opinions from her. Earlier this evening, her dad called her to chat. I didn't catch much of the conversation except that she was telling him we're going to Oklahoma Thursday and will be back Tuesday. Not five minutes after the called ended, my ex-husband called me to ask, "Are you aware that our daughter just told me ya'll are moving to the mountains to be pot farmers?" Obviously, I was not. It's a good thing that we're still friends because I'm not sure how other parents would take that news! There may not be much of a difference between a pot farmer and medical marijuana grower, but I sure wish she could understand how it sounds to other people. Hopefully, she's not saying that to anyone else. I can just picture some concerned parent calling the police and child protective services on me!