HAVE YOU EVER...
Spent years in denial that you are really an addict? Only buying one pack at a time instead of saving money on cartons (like Andy above... I thought I was the only one!) for about 20 years(!) because every pack is going to be the last pack?
Spent thousands of nights counting out how many cigarettes you have left, swearing you're not going to make the mad dash to the store in the middle of the night, so calculating: need 2 if I wake in the night and 2 in the morning before I can get to a sore, therefore, I must go to bed immediately after smoking my 5th-last cigarette, regardless of whether I have anything left in my day to do?
After finally admitting to yourself that you are an addict, stepping away from family gatherings to smoke so the nephews/nieces don't see you smoking, only to get really, really angry at other family members who come innocently with the children to find you... angry at them(!) because they knew you didn't want to smoke in front of the kids, because they should have known you were off feeding your demon?
I HAVE. I'M AN ADDICT.
~ Kay ~
Celebrating 2 Months, 11 Days, 5 Hours and 7 Minutes of Freedom.
Forsaking 1444 doses of poison has liberated $463.54 and 5 Days of my life.