All the men I had been with in the past were non-smokers. This is my first time to be with a man who shares the habit with me. It is the first time that a person I am in a relationship with does not impose on me about quitting the packs. For the first time in my life I sincerely feel that I want to take it out of my system. Smoking does nothing good to anybody. I wish I did not get myself into it. My dad was a smoker and when I was little sometimes he would ask me to light his cigarette for him. I sneaked out a few times and puffed in the woods. BAD.
But I really started smoking when I graduated from high school. My friend Carla at that time taught me how to smoke- "how to do it the right way" she said. Since then I had gone cold turkey and kicked the habit many times, only to find myself twirling another stick not long after. It was always a futile attempt to make it a permanent resolution. I gave in all the time.
My SuperYvon and I promised each other we will quit smoking. A lifetime is not enough to spend loving him and I don't want to truncate it by smoking our lungs away. I know we can do this together: one is not to underestimate the power of true love that feeds deep inner strength. If you are a smoker and you are reading this, let's beat it!!! ☻
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