When I was married my husband ended up addicted to oxy and soma after 5 failed back surteries. He ended up selling marijuana out of our home. I truly didn't know until I went looking in the saddle bags for a helmet which had been moved to make room for a bag of pot the size of a football and a scale. That was the end of our marriage. I could have lost my home, my nursing license, god knows what. It is scary.