Weed early December 2008

Taylor and I are in the middle of a regular conversation, joking around and making fun of mutual friends, being hooked up with other mutual friends.
Then out of the blue he says,
"Rachel, I think I want to start smoking weed again."
"Um, Taylor? Can I talk to my boyfriend whoever this is?" I laugh
"This is not a joke. I was never addicted to smoking weed, and lately I have not been able to relax and go to sleep. Trust me nothing will go wrong." There is a pause. "What do you think babe?
I take a deep breath "I have no comment."
He has known me very well for over two years. We know what each other is thinking weather one of us says something, or how we say it. I guess you can say we know each other a little to well. But that is a good thing in a relationship.
"No comment?" he kind of laughs "Rach, come on, I want your opinion. It means a lot to me."
"Tay, you know my thoughts on weed. Soooo I have nothing to say."
"So if I start smoking weed, do I tell you?"
"Taylor, How much would you be smoking?"
I know a lot about drugs, a little to much. I have studied it, read many books. Most importantly texts tells a story, but I have lived through it and I am unfortunately right now.

He replies "A bowl within two weekends."
That is nothing. People smoke more then one bowl in a day.
"Whatever Taylor. You know my thoughts. I do not need to tell you them again. Please do not tell me if you do smoke. I will know"
"So you're basically telling me you don't mind it." he says
"Um, no. I'm saying it will be your decision, and I have no comment on it. You will do what you want, and it does not matter what I have to say."
We begin to argue on how my opinion is put into many decisions he has made.
"So when you took my medication, you were thinking of me huh?
"Rachel, Please do not start a fight. We've discussed that many times"
I calm down. "You're going to do what you're going to do. Just do not tell me when you do it. Like I said. I will know."