Doing this one day at a time thing with cigarettes

Smoking has been a strange and constant companion of mine throughout my life. We were introduced at Mark Whalens house when I was about 8 years old...Marlboro reds. Mark had stolen a pack from his dad Jackie. We snuck off into the midsummer day to begin our ritual.

Those same rituals are alive and well today. While I've initiated separations on many occasions, we seem to find our way back in short order.

Hanging out and living with other smokers has not helped. I am ready for us to see other people. I am ready to acknowledge that our relationship is toxic and detrimental. It serves not my greater good. It separates me from others.