I did not know were to post this. So I will leave it to the moderators to move it if it needs to be moved. This was definitely an experience. One I hope to help all of you avoid. Heed these words for your freedom may depend on it.

I have been a grower for over five years. I did all the right things. Never told anyone about my grow. Covered my ass in all the right ways... Well except one thing...My soon to be ex wife.

I knew her for over ten years and we were married for over seven. I considered her my best friend and even a soul mate. I thought we would be together for the rest of our lives.

Rather than go through all the grueling explanations of how and why does not really matter. The fact is the relationship went to hell.

The last time I saw her was a last desperate attempt to save our relationship. It did not work. I went home after a huge fight and got incredibly stoned. After that I was crying in front of the computer for a while. I got tired of crying in front of the computer and decided to cry in bed. So I laid in bed for a while and balled my head off there.

Suddenly I got a creepy feeling of danger. I got up from the bed and longed back on to the computer and checked my wifes blog. My freedom flashed before my eyes. Her blog told of my grow operation in point and detail. She said the next time she would see me would be with the cops.

This was just posted a few minutes ago. It was 9:30pm. I freaked. My mind raced to the two grow rooms I had. One was for the vegetative state, it had a 400 watt mhz lamp with about 10 plants in various stages of growth. My flower room had a 1000 watt hps lamp with about 10 plants again in various stages of growth. I had a huge library of grow books and all kinds of paraphernalia all over the house. There were seed stashes hidden in a few different places.

It hit me like a ton of bricks...I have less than 10 hours to get my shit together emotionally and clean the house of any trace of stoner or grower activity.

My ex wife was popular in the little town we live in. Her blog had several hundred daily visitors. A good deal of her fans were in our little town and my whole family subscribed to the blog. Word would spread like fire.

So I spent the next 10 hours crying and tearing down my grow rooms. All of the plants were cut immediately and stashed in jars. I then climbed a tree in my back yard and stashed the jars. The pruning was just separating stems from any leaf or bud. Get the green in the jars and get them out of the house.
Then were all the 5 gallon buckets that I used to grow in. Note, these are heavy and when you consider there were times I could barely see because of crying it adds to the fun.

I took breaks frequently to catch my breath, get more stoned, cry and drink huge amounts of coffee.

Then I had all the grow equipment to deal with. Well this was late at night and the lights could not be in the house. So they went to a local dumpster. Then my grow books went to the dumpster. Anything related to growing pot got dumped. Then I had to remember where all my stashes were hidden. Then I had to vacuum to make sure there were no seeds in the carpet.

My last task was to get really stoned again and get the final stashes to the tree tops. I left enough in the house for a few joints. which I smoked when I got back. I aired the house out, lit some incense, cried a little bit more and then went to bed.

Less than 2 hours later there was a knock on the door. It was the local Sheriff. We knew each other because it is a small town.

I live in America. There is no real freedom here. If a cop thinks he has probable cause, he does. It does not matter what the law says.

He told me he was contacted about a pot growing operation buy some locals. I acted shocked and surprised and said to come in and show me where it was. He went right to my two grow rooms. Looked around while I made coffee and later admitted it was my ex and some locals that had read about it on her blog. I explained about the nasty divorce that was coming and blamed it all on the pissed soon to be ex wife. He laughed and noticed one of my pipes I had forgotten about by the computer and said I shouldn't leave things out in the open, laughed and said goodbye and left.

This sheriff is famous for busting grow operations. If there was more that a pipe I would have gone to jail or worse.

What have we learned from this kids?

If your sweetie knows that you grow, You need a back up plan if things go to hell.

Do you think your ex lover will not tell on you if she or her is pissed? You are wrong... Back up plan, you need it.

Think you squeez would never betray you. Watch out it can happen.

I was lucky. But if you are smart you will have a plan.

My ex once told me after she quit smoking pot that she would never do anything to betray my personal freedom. Ya right.

If your relationship is in trouble your freedom might be in trouble.

That was Manny months ago. The stash is gone. I have not gotten high in months. That is okay. I am free and will one day grow again. Now that I am divorced I will start to meet others that will sell me some kind soon. Later when I feel safe again I will grow again.

Be safe. Be free

ericwt
ericwt Reviewed by ericwt on . How my ex wife screwed my Grow Op. I did not know were to post this. So I will leave it to the moderators to move it if it needs to be moved. This was definitely an experience. One I hope to help all of you avoid. Heed these words for your freedom may depend on it. I have been a grower for over five years. I did all the right things. Never told anyone about my grow. Covered my ass in all the right ways... Well except one thing...My soon to be ex wife. I knew her for over ten years and we were married for over seven. I Rating: 5