So the other day my mom complained about how much my asthmatic medications costed. Yet the reason why I have asthma is because she smoked when she was pregnant with me, and still does smoke more than a pack a day. She refused to get me more medications because I wanted to keep a kitten I fell in love with that needed a home and I need special meds for pets apparently. So now my kitten is gone. Anyways thats my rant.
Holy fuck. Your mother… What the fuck.
Where’s the sawzall? Something needs slicing. And I’m not talking about a frigidaire.
I am so sorry (Parkerz. I wish I had advice to give you.
My dad was a three pack a day man, and I have always suspected I was addicted to cigarettes long before I started smoking on my own at 12. I smoked for 18 years, and I am left with pretty signifficant asthma. I am glad i quit smoking before I got pregnant with my daughter, and equaly glad that I have managed not to smoke in years since, but i can’t feel smug about that because I suspect if I was still using ciggarettes I would have found ways to justify the behavior.
It sucks. Parents are not perfect, we are often misguided and plain wrong. If it helps, I would be willing to bet she loves you deeply and is in denial about the damage she is actually causing.