I have felt the call of the monster tonight. Friday night. Having a couple of beers/wines with my husband.
I still didn't want to have a smoke, but I wanted to be a smoker. Doesn't make sense. But just that total habit of drinking a wine on the patio having a smoke. Pang.
Lucky I threw all the smokes out. Lucky I don't live in walking distance of a shop. Lucky I have my wonderful husband I can speak openly and honestly to. Lucky to have the quitlune to call and speak to a counsellor.
Just sharing, in case any body else is at a similar point.
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