Our marriage was only three months old when I saw my husband smoking for the first time. I was shocked. I thought it was a prank to see how I will react.
I rushed to him, snatched it from his hand, and threw it away. I got burnt on the finger but that didn’t bother me a lot.
I said, “What kind of joke is that? It’s not funny, don’t ever do it again.” And then he showed me the whole pack in his pocket. I said, “Are you ok? Where from this? Where did you pick it from?” He told me, “It started when I was in secondary school.”
“You mean you’ve been doing it even when we were dating?”
“It wasn’t consistent. I did it intermittently.”
“Wow. You’re making me feel like I was blind then.”
“No, not at all. I’ve been trying to stop but time and time again I go back to it.”Then today would be the last…..Read Full Story Here……..
