Smoking, a habit you thought I’d never have or struggle to quit. But here you are smoking your second cigarette after you told your husband that you’d quit already, the urge was just too strong to quit. And it felt horrible but you just couldn’t seem to stop, the feeling of being dazed and relaxed was something you craved like air, a second nature to you. So you started to hide packs of cigarettes around the house where he’d never find them or bother to look.

Thats how you got your fix, knowing it wasn’t the right way to go. You stood outside with a cigarette between your fingers, Simon wasn’t supposed to come home until later since he was at the store grabbing some stuff for dinner. You’d closed your eyes and took a long drag of the cigarette, blowing out the smoke and sighing heavily. Suddenly there was the sound of a car pulling into the driveway, out of fear and being caught off guard you dropped your cigarette and tried to hide the box while waving away the smoke.

Hoping and praying he didn’t see, so you nervously walked up to the car and immediately saw the disappointed look on his face, he got out of the car with the bags and walked up to you. “I though you said you quit.” Simons voice was low and firm, almost intimidating. “I-I just smoked half of it..” You replied, fidgeting with your hands. “It doesn’t matter if it was half a cigarette or a full cigarette you still broke your promise.”