I’m an ex smoker, but this thread is utterly bat shit.
Yes, smoking is undeniably bad for anyone’s health. Yes, smoking and smokers stink. Anyone, non-smokers, ex-smokers, smokers and people who have/are trying to quit but struggle with the nicotine addiction and may have the occasional (occasional as in one/few drags every few years) are free to regard smoking as disgusting and awful because it is.
But, OP has been firmly categorised as a smoker because she has a few drags of a cigarette every few years 🤣 The dichotomy of someone yellow-fingered person whose best friend is an ash tray smoking 40 per day compared to an ex-smoker who very occasionally takes a drag or two are not the same thing 🥴
Also perplexing, given the grand scheme of humanity and the vast array of atrocities that can be committed by humans against other humans and animals, is some of the extremes of emotive language used to describe smoking. What words are left to describe the likes of cruelty, starvation, murder, torture, burglary, rape, abuse of any kind etc. etc. 🤷♀️ NB. I say that with the caveat that smoking while pregnant and smoking in the same vicinity of babies, children and adults who have no option that to share the same environment, I would personally categorise as abusive behaviour by the smoker.
I am grateful that attitude in the UK towards smoking did turn and it was banned in public places, and prior to that I did feel bad that non-smokers were forced to share the same air as smokers in specific situations like the work place (IE. on public transport, non-smokers in the same work place break room with smokers).
When I did smoke (socially) I was very conscious of who was around me, I never smoked indoors and despite being addicted to nicotine I didn’t enjoy it. I’d always wash my hands and face and clean my teeth afterwards. I kept a “smoking cardigan” in my bag which I’d swap my coat for before I went out and I’d “air” my hair under the hand drier. I smoked at school to be “cool” and I didn’t care. Every time after that because I needed the nicotine to help me function. I hated it, the taste and the smell. I tried to quit, gum and patches were too powerful for me because I didn’t smoke everyday.
Ultimately, it was trying for a baby that gave me the willpower to quit for good. I don’t want to live with smokers. I don’t want them around my kids and the few smokers in my social circle know that. But if they choose to kill their lungs that’s their prerogative and I don’t harp on at them that I dislike their habit.
ETA - OP’s partner was irrational and massively overreacted, but if he chooses to end the relationship because of this then maybe that’s better for both of them.