So here we are, a new year, new resolutions. I am not making any, but Mike did. He’s been 5 days smoke free. I am happy for him, really happy. But I’m not getting my hopes up. He’s done this before, and make me look like a complete ass.

Before Carter was born he promised and promised that he was quitting when we had a baby. I got pregnant and he was still smoking. I nagged and nagged asked him to quit and his response was always the same “I will”. I was about 7 months pregnant and he started cutting back and to the point where he actually quit for a couple months. I thought.
I was bragging to everyone how well he was doing and how proud I was of him all the while he was smoking behind my back, at work and even at home. He would “take the dog out”. I accused him numerous times of still smoking. I know what it smells like, but he was animate that he was in fact quitting. The only way that he would fess up was by me walking outside and physically catching him in the act. I was livid. I was beyond livid. From that day on his pet name for me has been Medusa. So loving, I know.

He actually was forthright about his smoking when I went into labour (for 27 hours), he smoked an entire pack in about 12 hours. You’d think that he was the one in labour.

We’ve had a couple trips to the hospital because of Carter’s chronic cough and the ear infection that lasted a month. The doctors there told him outright that even if he doesn’t smoke in the car or house Carter is affected by the particles that remain on your clothing and skin. I think he needed someone in the profession to say something; granted it’s been a couple months since our trip to the hospital, but I think he’s actually thought about it now.

I have been really good; not going to go Medusa on his ass (until I catch him outright lying to me again); and he’s doing really well so far. Or so I think.

I know how hard it is to quit, I am a born again non-smoker. I have been there and I have suffered through, even without his support. He would sit right beside me and smoke and not give two shits about me or my will power. So spare me the it’s so hard to quit bullshit okay, I know. *grin*

And the whole thing that really initiated this post was me driving down the highway and passing a brand new car - still with the plastic on it - I assume being moved from one dealership to another.. and the asshole transporting the car was smoking in it! What a muthafucka! I can’t believe that someone would be so ignorant to do something like that. Fuck, when I pay 30,000 for a band new car, it better be brand-fucking-new. I wish had thought to call the dealership or something, follow him, I don’t know… but it pisses me right off.