I would like to apolized to all my June bugs. My husband and I had a knock down drag out fight yesterday and neither of us took it very well. First, I went flying out of the house determined to buy a pack of cigs. Instead, I came home and took some xanax...then the ranting and raving started and my husband left and came back with the cigs (he had quit for 9 months). The next thing we were both smoking on the back porch. The last few converstions between us in two days is getting a divorce. I am not ready to give up 14 years of marriage over the anxiety of a cigarette. In the past year we have had to deal with hurricane Katrina--wasn't sure if either of us had jobs since we were in the New Olreans area. Then when my husband finally got back to work (1st week of October) three weeks later he was knocked off a ladder (october 28, 2005) and he is still not able to work. He has been a total a** and has no support for anyone else, which really didn't help me. Yesterday I found myself back at square one at work. I got there for 8 a.m. and after an hour I had done nothing. My concentration was gone and I just couldn't figure out anything. I called my husband and told him that I would come home as soon as my boss showed up. Left work at 11 a.m. and world war 3 began when I got home (should have stayed at work)...hubby and I were at each others throats saying mean and ugly things. I was determined he would not ruin my quit. Somewhere along that nasty fight I lost it...and that is where I started in the beginning of this post. I hope this makes sense...I am very frustrated this evening. I shouldn't have used all of my problems as an excuse to start smoking, but we all know the feeling that it gives us and I gave in to that feeling. I was determined this morning to go have another laser treatment...I had only smoked seven cigarettes from Monday afternoon to this morning. Before we left for laser treatment, I broke all the cigarettes that we had left and
off I went to my laser...hubby came and we went and had lunch again and things were getting ugly in the restaurane then the fighting started real bad on the way home and so I stopped I BOUGHT THE CIGARETTES.
I quit smoking because I got very sick at the beginning of June and was unable to breath