The Husband has insisted that we quit smoking.
Cigarettes have been my friend for over half of my life.
A friend that is trying to kill me, yes.
But hey, some relationships are difficult.
I care nothing for longevity and I never have.
If I did, I would have quit a long time ago.
Shane has been wanting to quit for a long time now.
He’s ready and he’s excited about all the positive changes this will bring.
Not only to our health, but financially as well.
I don’t quite have the same positive outlook.
In fact, it’s rather the opposite.
I’m depressed.
Anyone who has read my posts will be thoroughly shocked by that, I know. (Sarcasm)
I feel like I am going through mourning.
I feel like something that brings me joy in my life is being taken away from me.
But, The Husband is the most important thing in my life so I’m doing it for him.
And maybe I really will feel better like everyone says.
We shall see.
But I apologize in advance if I come across as a cranky poop head during the next few weeks.