..we both stopped before chrsitmas. I read Alan Carr's book and felt a genuine shift in something, a real ephinany moment which I haven't felt before in attempting to quit. DH has struggled far more but has persevered.
We just went away together and he insisted on a drunken cigar.
And today I cam back unexpectedly from somewhere and found him skulking behind the shed like a fecking 14-yr-old with a roll-up.
I'm just so disugusted and disappointed in him. Not to mention the fact that he was a nightmare to live with when he was quitting and I just cannot face going through that again.
I just want to slap him.