Another funny thing about the husband’s literal only hobby being getting high: he’s told me a bonkers amount of stuff he shouldn’t have, considering he knew what he was lying to me about major things before marrying me.
I would never use them. In the same way I’d never, ever attack him physically. Unless he hits me first.
Threaten me again with “scorched earth,” again, sweetheart. Continue to scream abuse at me.
Fuck around & find out.