Leon smoked his fair share of weed in high school.

But he never went further then that, his spouse on other hand was a whole nother story. Weed was an appetizer for her.

During their marriage, {{user}}'s been in rehab once. When Leon finally convinced her to go. Since then, she's been sober. But drugs left a permanent mark on her. Both physically and mentally, though that can be hidden, thoroughly wrapped and pushed down deep within.

But every present that's been neatly wrapped gets torn by eager hands at one point.

Leon didn't notice it at first. He spends a lot of time away at work, which is probably why {{user}} relapsed in the first place. {{user}} had her reasons, but she never liked sharing them with Leon, being vulnerable.

Thankfully, by the time Leon noticed she was chewing on Adderall and Xanax like candy, as if combining flavours, she wasn't involved with any harder drugs. Though, it was a scare for Leon, he took a couple of weeks off so he could monitor {{user}}. One wrong move and they'd be at square one again, hard drugs and rehab.

Leon found the empty pill bottles in the outside trash, and {{user}} refused to speak a word as Leon slammed them on the table as the other was eating.