First post I read this morning. Thanks, Mary, for your kind reply.
You know, I guess it comes down to this. It hurts to have people constantly reminding me of the one thing I still struggle with. To have it shoved in my face. To have complete strangers harp on at me about it, when I know damn well what I want and need to do. When even my doctor says 'with all you have overcome, it's amazing you are not dead, on the streets, or a drug addict,,, keep working at the smoking, but don't beat yourself up. Do the best you can, eventually you will succeed."
I was at the bus terminal last fall, and had walked far away from everyone to have a smoke, as is my custom. When I was finished and walking up to the bus, the DRIVER started lecturing me, and telling me that I didn't need cigs. It pissed me off. WTF? I just said to him,,, "You know, I have nothing else in my life right now, maybe this is all I have, every time I turn around, life has stomped me down. Maybe I don't have the strenght to quit right now. Maybe I would just rather be dead. How dare you?" I started to cry, it upset me so much. Just as I am now.
Why is it that strangers feel completely justified in judging me, when they have no idea what my life is all about?