Sycamore, IL, USA
Karen, this interesting thread is like watching an ongoing "soap," or maybe it's like a confessional. LOL Now we're learning about all of us who have/had this habit. For so many years, it seemed almost everyone smoked. When I was in real estate, the car ashtreys filled up so quickly, and you never sat down to write a contract without coffee and and an ashtrey.
As time passed, more and more I felt so dirty and like a black sheep for being the lone smoker. My wonderful mom died of emphasema, complicated by ovarian cancer. She told me more than once, that she prayed I'd quit and never have to go through that.
It made me cry, but not quit. Now isn't that sad?
Rebecca quit quite a while before her cancer bout. She smoked so much, her walls were yellow. I was so elated when she quit, but I still puffed away, although not around her.
My husband quit many years before I did and I recalled scowling at my sister who continued smoking after her husband quit, and saying, "If my husband quit, I'd definitely quit." HA! Talk was cheap! The apostle, Paul, in the bible, wrote that he does what his mind does not want him to do.
My late mom-in-law, who never smoked, used to come stand over or next to me, no matter where I was smoking, and cough and wave her hands around to clear the smoke. I loved her, and understood she thought she'd help me not smoke. Actually, it only tended to make me nervous and want to go far away to smoke in peace. It's that old story of no one can help someone unless they're ready and wanting to be helped. Even if I was ready, that was not the kind of help I wanted.
Karen, I think you're used to smoking, but really serious about quitting. I'll be praying for you unless that would tend to make you nervous and angry. LOL
P.S. HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY