What Made Life Appear Faster Was The Scurrying To Have A Cigarette
So You Could Get Back To What You Were Doing. :-)
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What Made Life Appear Faster Was The Scurrying To Have A Cigarette
So You Could Get Back To What You Were Doing. :-)
What I regret the most is smoking in the house till my first serious attempt to quit, about 15 years ago (after that I never smoked in the house anymore). I regret subjecting my husband and my son to second hand smoking, and I feel ashamed of it. And that I will have to live with, for the rest of my life. Doing nothing to my self esteem, not knowing how I can find a silver line in it where there is none, or how I can ever apologize for risking their lives while being completely, selfishly oblivious to the truth and consequences of my act.
Oh Daniela-3-11-2016 , I share the same burden as you I also smoked in the house with both my children and the car as well thinking if I had the windows down it was okay even though they said it stunk ugh!!! It wasn't until my son's girlfriend at the time got pregnant with my oldest grandson Adam that we stopped smoking in the house and he's 13 1/2 yrs old now and we never smoked in the house again, it's one hell of an addiction and can sure warp our thinking as well as everything else but we're smokefree now and our kids and family love us and are proud of our accomplishment so we need to forgive ourselves and remain vigilant and enjoy our Freedom with our family and friends. ((((((((((Huge cyber hug from me to you)))))))))) we can't go back and change anything but we can protect our precious quit which is the gift that keeps on giving so we can enjoy life.
Thank you my dear friend, and I know your words are true, and loving, and I love you back!
Aaah thanks sweet friend.
true enough. I always had to hurry up so I could go smoke. What an idiot I was.
I also was an idiot Mandolinrain and Showiestodin LOL but we're not anymore because we're Free we're smokefree, yay for all of us Exers.
I might have been the biggest idiot of all, I HATED smoking but I kept doing it.
I'm old enough to remember smoking at work, so I didn't have to scurry to smoke and get back to what I was doing. Cigs would just sit there and burn in the ashtray. How glamorous. Not. For all the good it did me and my coworkers, I could have been sitting there driving a nail through my thumb instead. I smoked inside, outside, upside down. It didn't matter. Then slowly smokers "rights" changed and out we went. That's when the scurrying began.
I don't think I'll scurry anymore.