I have been with my husband for 13 years. He had always smoked cannabis but, to be honest, it didn’t bother me. I believed that it was a harmless drug and certainly less harmful than alcohol. However, his use increased to the point he was smoking morning, noon, and night. He then started to grow it to feed his habit. I thought rock bottom hit when the police battered down our door and I was charged alongside him, putting the job that I had worked so hard for at risk. He promised never again, but a year later he phoned to tell me not to come home from work, the police were there. Unknown to me, he had been growing a few plants in our garden shed. Looking back, I was so stupid to not realise what was going on, but ultimately the trust was broken and has never recovered. I still catch him with weed, although he no longer grows it (as far as I am aware). Just this weekend, I caught him with it. He goes on the defensive and says that it’s not like he is growing it again. He doesn’t understand the trauma of being flung in a police cell and charged for something you didn’t do and that someone you loved put you there. Everytime he smokes, it is a kick in the teeth and I don’t know how much longer I can go on like this. Today, for the first time in my life, I felt so down that I couldn’t get out of bed. I don’t know what to do.