I’m so upset, angry, and hurt right now.
A little backstory. I’ve been an ex-smoker for over 20 years. Over that time, I’ve become an ANTI-smoker. I watched my my dad live and die from COPD as a result of a lifetime of smoking. I simply can’t bear the thought of someone I love slowly killing themselves like that again. She knew from the beginning that smoking was a deal-breaker for me.
She quit smoking 2 years ago but says she always had that niggling feeling that she “missed” it, she really liked to smoke, and really didn’t want to quit. When her ex-girlfriend tried to commit suicide a year ago, she started smoking again under the stress. I’m afraid I wasn’t very tolerant then and frankly freaked the hell out over it. We fought, we cried, and she agreed to try again this time using Chantix.
She claimed that the Chantix worked and she had given up smoking for good. However, over the last year, the other two adults in our household and I have all noticed an occasional smell of smoke on her. I’ve asked a couple of times and she always claimed that she wasn’t smoking again.
I forgot something and came home from work unexpectedly yesterday and caught her smoking. This time she had no choice but to own up to it but claimed it simply “wasn’t a big deal”. She claims she was with her SIL when her SIL was smoking and she took a couple of hits and it “tasted good”. She claims she bummed 6 cigarettes from her on Christmas Eve and swears she was just going to smoke them and that would be the end of it. She claims this was the first time she had smoked.
I’m afraid I simply don’t believe her.
I’m hurt that she chose to hide behind my back to smoke rather than telling me that she had the urge to smoke and try to work together to fight it off. I am ready to admit that my initial response last year was pretty harsh. I’m guessing she would have rather chewed off her right arm than tell me that she was smoking.
In order for me to quit (and stay away from cigarettes) I had to make smoking so taboo in my mind that I can’t even think about smoking “just one”. Much like an alcoholic can’t have an occasional drink, I can’t pick up a cigarette for fear that I will succumb to urge. To me, that’s what addiction is all about.
I’m also disappointed in her. IMO, her choosing to smoke is a weakness, a crutch. It was also a big part of her old life (with the above-mentioned fruit-loop suicidal girlfriend) that I really want for her to get behind her.
I’m pissed that she violated my trust. I’m pissed that she stinks like the bottom of an ashtray. I’m pissed that she wasn’t strong enough to fight the urge. I’m pissed that she considers it “no big deal”. I’m just pissed, period.
What the hell?