Smoking crops up on this site often, the issues surrounding it and the effects on all who do it or witness/endure it. I just want to throw my two penny worth in here.
All my young life, I was anti smoking. Never when my kiddos were wee, would I allow a smoker or an ashtray in my home. When I was 27 yrs old, for the first time in my life, I smoked a cigarette. Couldn't even do it right, and it made my eyes water and my hay fever wheeze.. but, hey, perseverance!


I was around the "right" people, at a bad time in my life, my daughter was ill and needed surgery, I was a student midwife, my hubs was getting it on with a far less stressed version of myself! Hey..along come the ciggies..and wow stress relief! Something to do with your hands..(other than holding a knife and inserting it into the aforementioned husband distraction!)..(oh and the hubby!!!!)
So, here I find myself, all these years later...a stinky smoker! OMG..I hate the smell, but I love the ciggies! Still with the hubster, yes we worked through his "Neglect!!!" issues, (hey what a bad madwife!), but am an addict to the fags!
To go back to what I was before, a non smoking smell free mammy, in a minute, i would do it. But it's so hard. Guess I'm just trying to put across an opposite view of why do this thing thats so destructive. If you are nagged into giving up, you will do it more..that I know for sure. If you are nagged by the person who you FEEL drove you to it in the first place, you WILL do it more! Every single time my hubs moans that I smoke, I guess i light up another, it's perverse, I KNOW it hurts him, but in the end, it's hurting me more.
Just a thought, from a wee chimney!