Yesterday, I found a bag of flower in my SD14's room. I thought I'd smelled skunk in the bathroom a few nights ago and felt suspicious. Rather than letting her father know first, as I should have, I feared that he would blow off my suspicions as usual, I took matters into my own hands, found it, left it and informed DH. I felt bad for searching her room, as I'm trying to be an example of healthy boundaries and communication.... My DH spent about 7 hours talking with SD14, past midnight.