Is AUTHOR wrong in the post ? POST : So, I should probably put the title into context here...

My boyfriend of 3 years is well aware that I'm highly allergic to weed. As in, can't stop coughing up a lung with body wracking coughs long enough to catch a breath, both types of asthma constriction kick in, and mucus glands kick into high gear, filling my lungs with fluid. It's an understatement to say that this is not fun, and something I desperately try to avoid.

Boyfriend's closest friends tend to like the ganja when we have a gathering, and also know I'm highly allergic. They have watched me go through this more than once, watched my lips turn blue and debated on if an ambulance needed to be called (I always resist an ambulance call because there's literally nothing they can do besides give me pure O2 and rush me to an ER, where again, not much can be done that I'm already trying to do on my own with inhalers, caffeine, make-shift humidifiers, and an EpiPen in case shit gets that sideways), and yet they still smoke up in the same building as me, and just hope it doesn't carry to where I'm at. They regularly don't even take the effort to open a window or go outside. 

Boyfriend also likes the ganja on occasion, and usually tries to partake in ways that the smoke won't find it's way to me, though he has in the past partaken inside our apartment in his bathroom either when I was asleep, or at work, and felt this was not an issue because it was contained to his bathroom (which has the A/C control over his tub) and should dissapate before I'd come in contact with it.

Recently we all met up for a celebration for my boyfriend, and again they broke out the green, went to a back room,  and hot boxed it. I started to notice a small amount of the smell, and asked the host if we could do anything to keep the smoke to the back room, so the front door was opened. Then the partakers came back into the living room, with a cloud of smoke billowing with them, and immediately setting off my allergy. I barely saw the look of horror on my boyfriend's face as I dashed out the front door to collapse in a coughing/wheezing heap out front.

Only my boyfriend came out to check on me. Everyone else continued laughing and partying inside while I sat outside fighting to breathe. When I finally could stop coughing and the wheezing minimized enough that I could catch a semi decent breath, I went back inside and collapsed on the couch from adrenaline rush and inhaled steroid shakes. No one said a damn thing to me or even asked if I was ok. The party just kept going.

On the way home, I asked my boyfriend to relay to his friends that it's not ok to smoke inside anymore if I'm going to be there, and preferably only partake through edibles or something else that is much less likely to set off my allergy, and he looked horrified that I'd ask that. I really want to ask him to stop hanging out with them because obviously they neither care about me or respect the fact that my desire to keep breathing trumps their desire to enhance their party night. FYI, we are not in a green legal state.

AITA?