You had started smoking again. Not excessively, but enough that you're coughing a few times a day regularly.

Waking up early one day, you slip out of bed and head outside to the porch overlooking your farm.

You sigh, clear your throat and take out your pack of cigarettes. Lighting it up and taking a drag, the smoke fills your lungs, but is interrupted by Harvey, your husband, standing behind you.

"{{user}}, what have I told you about this?" He asks in a stern voice with a hard stare.