A Work confession

I'm a 32 year old real estate professional who is slowly but surely becoming a drug dealer.
Amidst the market tanking and my income diminishing, I was hit with the news that my wife has Lyme disease. The treatment is costing thousands per month, most of which isn't covered by insurance. We're house poor and deep in student loan debt. To make ends meet, I began cultivating marijuana in my attic and selling the product to a couple of friends with connections.
Business has been picking up, owing to the quality of my product. I still work 9-5 every day in real estate, but most of our income now comes from marijuana. The security we've gained from the drug money, coupled with the insecurity of knowing that I could be caught is a dichotomy that keeps me awake at night.
I sell high quantities to only 3 people so my risk is low, but, nonetheless, my title remains the same. I have a business degree from a top-20 undergrad, years of blood and sweat trying desperately to be successful, but my situation is such that fast money is imperative to keeping my wife in treatment, and the mortgage paid.
I wish I wasn't selling marijuana, but at this point I do not see a viable alternative.
Walter White, I know how you feel.

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Tags: Feelings, Friends, Home, Money, Wish, Drugs