I have a point that I have been pondering for a little while. My husband is a smoker, and recently, I have decided not to. I didn’t announce it ahead of time. I didn’t even tell my sponsor about it.
Now my problem, my dogs and cats spend equal snuggle time with My Husband and myself. He still smokes, and our kids smell like ashtrays. I want to hurl. Little Raven, or Issues, Sadie, Beamer and Tom J do not understand that the reason I am backing off is that they stink to high heaven.
I want to scrub them, but it doesn’t work. My husband will still smoke, whether I decided to quit or not. The fur babies still love their Daddy. I’m at the point of put up, breathe lightly, and try not to obsess.
Which brings up another problem. My house reeks of cigarettes.
My husband has finally realized that I cannot be around him while he is smoking. It hurts to breathe after an asthma attack, and during I spend more time wheezing and coughing than anything else.
This quit was coming for a long time, I’m hoping that as my lungs heal, I’ll feel better. Yet in the meantime, the sense of smell is definitely back.
In other news, I’m just washing my laundry and getting on with the day.
The next meeting is in just over 4 hours. I will be there.
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AnonymousKnitter 