I need some major advice from you all. Please be 100% honest, whether you grill me or agree with me, I want it all. Yesterday, my boyfriend and I broke up. We had been together for over a year. We were friends for half a year before we got together. We lived together through out our entire relationship, and let me tell you, it was really good! At first, it was hard because we both lived completely different life styles, but after a few fights and communication, we both easily changed for the better for each other. Only thing that didn't change was his smoking cigarettes. I tried to be that comfort support system for him, to be a better influence. I tried to be cute with him at first and hide his cigs, that didn't last long. I even tried smoking WITH him, didn't work. And I know, THEY have to be the ones to make the choice to stop smoking. I felt it didn't hurt to try anyhow. So I just left him to stop on his own time. It took awhile... 9 months to be exact. I lived through hell knowing he was smoking that whole time because my mother naturally has cancer. I wouldn't want the love of my life to later on get cancer too, from his OWN choices.
Well, he quit smoking in August. I was very proud of him and couldn't believe it! He went on strong for two months... until late October when I was picking him up. He was smoking a cig. He told me it was harmless, it was just one. Nothing more. But I got scared instantly. Then I find at his job, he'd been smoking a cig or two every day. Then one day, a couple days before my birthday, he said he had to "grab something from his car". He went out, took him 10 minutes, came back, and I cuddled him. His jacket smelled like cigarettes. I told him, and he up right told me he smoked one just then and I was incredibly angry. We got into a huge fight and I left. I had written him an email telling him my feelings about how I didn't like being lied to for one, and that it hurts me so much that he smokes, and sent him links to youtube vids of a father who passed away from smoking, and a model/mother who was dying from smoking and trying to teach young kids not to smoke. He wrote me back a huge, thoughtful and understanding email about how sorry he was, and he definitely gets where I'm coming from and feels horrible for starting up again. He didn't want to go down that path, and he promised he was done.
BS. It just kept getting worse. He bought another pack and smoked two a day, which is better than before, but it is still smoking in my eyes. All this was behind my back...again. but I wasn't stupid. I could smell the smoke off his clothes. I'll give him this, he was very good at lying but was very good at telling the truth when he was caught. Each time he'd tell me he wasn't going to go back down that path again, but he'd still buy more cigarettes and smoke 2-4 a day! He'd keep making excuses to go outside, like "Oh, I'm going to take the trash out." or he'd sneak out. This was obviously a huge problem, and I had told him back in the beginning of November that smoking cigs is a deal breaker for me.
Well, before this weekend, he still kept up smoking. And each day, I'd be angry and depressed. He told me he was on his last cig and he promised he was done. Come Thursday evening, we were getting ready to leave for a trip to the mountains. Right before we leave, we go to CVS to buy batteries and he automatically buys another pack of cigs....what a wonderful way to start a trip! So he smokes one, and once we get in the car...it wreaks. I was livid inside. The whole cabin trip, he smoked over 6 cigs a day. We were there for 3 days and I wanted to leave early because I knew what I had to do. I was on the last straw. We got in another huge fight, and he told me he wants to be able to enjoy vacation with a pack of cigs. He wants to be able to enjoy social outings with cigs. And if that is what makes him happy, then who cares? Life is short. I told him that's fine, he can make his own decisions but so can I. I don't want to see the love of my life smoking cigs, so I'm going to take myself out of the situation. We broke up on the way back, and it was the worst 2 hour drive of my life. He then started trying to throw back in my face "my flaws", for example, I have stomach health issues. And those issues can cause me to be bed ridden for a couple days, sometimes a week. And that's my "downfall". As if that is even remotely close to how cigarettes are. It really hurt me that he could use a health issue to mock me with.
All in all, I don't want to break up with him, but I can't have a lover who smokes. I hate the spitting, the smell, and most importantly what it can do to someone health wise. In the end, I'm left shaking, sobbing, achy, and completely depressed...like I lost my best friend. Should I have been more supportive and there for him instead of angry? In spite of the lies? Is there any one here who has experienced quitting cigarettes or is in the process of doing so? What do you all think? Lay it on me. I'm ready.
Thanks for your help.