Smoking Confession

I quit smoking almost two months ago.  Actually, exactly two months and ten hours ago.  And then, this past week, while struggling with every personal demon within myself, I smoked.  I didn’t smoke one cigarette, or take just one puff.  I spent two days, smoking two packs of cigarettes.  I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking, other than, “How am I going to conceal this from everyone?” and “What am I going to do next?” and then freaking out, “Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod, what did I do?!?”

I am so fucking disappointed in myself.  I lost a lot of ground in those two days.  You might be surprised to know this, but, after almost two months, I was getting my wind back pretty well, but two packs of cigarettes set me back almost a month.  If not more.  I’m coughing, hacking…again.  My nose is alternately stopped up and running.  And I just.can’t.breathe.  It is the worst feeling in the world, because I did this to myself.

I know what I need to do.  Part of it, I have already done.  I have hopped back on the no-smoking bandwagon.  I have a patch on.  I have lozenges available.  I am getting out and about with non-smoking people.  I am focused and determined.  I am going to approach quitting smoking like I approached quitting drinking.

Except this will be harder.  With drinking, I became convinced that alcohol was literally poison.  Even one sip would change my brain chemicals and alter my mood.  One day, out of the blue, I just quit.  I didn’t have a serious problem, or even a mild problem, so maybe that is why it was so easy.  After some thought, and thinking of alcohol then (and now), as poison (literally poison to my neurochemically addled brain), I have been completely alcohol-free for almost two years.  And it wasn’t that hard.

Smoking is so much harder.  Smoking was my “thing.”  I did it to celebrate everything, when I was sad, when I was manic, after I ate, in the car, during half-time at sporting events, to wake myself up in the morning, after sex, all.the.time.  Maybe that’s why it is so hard, because it is tied to so many things.

I think what makes it a million times harder is that DSB smokes, and he won’t go outside.  He talks about putting his cigarettes away, so I won’t be able to get to them, and then he doesn’t.  Half the time he won’t crack a window open.  I have to get up and do it myself.

DSB is a great guy and very supportive in many ways, but he is definitely “bad boyfriend” on this front.  He is so completely  unsupportive of me quitting smoking, it’s laughable.  He says he thinks I can quit, but then he inadvertently throws smoking right back in my face.  He thinks I should be able to just not grab a pack of cigarettes, or a cigarette if they’re sitting out somewhere.  Maybe he’s right, but I know I can’t, and I’ve told him that to no avail.  I think he hopes I won’t really quit.  That is all I can learn from this behavior.

And I’m not blaming this all on DSB.  I am simply saying that quitting a habit is very hard to do when your significant other participates fully in that habit.  And 66% of my support system are smokers.  These are the people I see on a day to day basis.  This is a part of why smoking is constantly on my mind.  There is always a cigarette burning, and, well, it smells good and is just so tempting.

Ah fuck it.  I don’t know what else to say about this that doesn’t make me sound like a whiny loser that desperately wants a cigarette.  I am determined to turn this around.  I just really feel like the odds are stacked against me.

16 thoughts on “Smoking Confession

  1. As a fellow smoker who is married to another smoker I can offer my experience – if he doesn’t quit with you it’ll be that much harder for you to quit, particularly if y’all smoke inside the house. I’ve told Josh countless times that I’d like to quit, and I’ve actually been able to cut way back – I’m smoking less than half a pack these days – but until he’s ready to get on board with this I know it’ll be harder for me.

    But don’t beat yourself up over this. Cigarettes are a harder habit to kick that heroin. All you can do is try your best, and if you fall off the wagon – try again tomorrow.

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    • Thanks, MM! I know other couples out there struggle with things like this, one quitting a habit while the other carries on. It’s so frustrating! Thank you for your support!

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  2. Girl, quitting smoking is the hardest thing I ever did in my life and I’ve done it twice already and now I have to do it again.. but I haven’t been trying to quit because like you said: it’s tied to everything I do in my life, and ALL my friends are smokers. It is SO HARD what you are trying to do, so don’t beat yourself up too much about smoking – quit again tomorrow, and tomorrow, etc. Also, I’m sorry that your DSB is not supportive. It sounds really douchey, and it must make it so much harder for you :-/

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    • Thanks, Janie! I don’t think DSB is being an intentional douche…I think he just doesn’t get it, just like SO MANY PEOPLE don’t GET IT! Sorry, I’m screaming in your comment reply now. But, I do really think that’s the case. I’ve got my patch on and a nicotine lozenge in my mouth, and I’ve already braved the whole day other than going to bed, so I think all is good for today.

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    • Thank you for your honest and to-the-point words, Marilyn. That’s what I did. I quit smoking again, and I’m done being mean to myself about it. What good does that do, really? None!

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      • Not only does it not do you any good, it really does harm. You beat yourself up, you blame yourself … and usually wind up smoking more as a result. Same thing with dieting, you know? Shrug, admit you’re human — we all are, after all — and climb back up. It’s easier the second time around. Eventually, you stop falling and discover you’ve REALLY quit. Nicotine is insanely addictive. Harder to quit than heroine!

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