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| Posted by Anonymous , Oct 23,2006,19:39 | Post Reply | Forum |
Hell Weekend
I don’t know she said, glaring at me while mulling over my request. This whole thing has been a disaster from the very get go. You know how I feel about smoking and I was very disappointed when you told me that you planned to quit. Then you asked ME, of all people, for help in your plan to quit as a New Years Resolution. If you’ll remember, I didn’t want to get involved, she reminded me with some noticeable tension in her voice.
She lit a cigarette and drew deeply on it before exhaling a thick cloud of smoke toward my face. How long has it been since your first indiscretion, she asked rhetorically? Meanwhile, the cloud of smoke engulfed my face, before dissipating into the air. It was only two months into your resolution when I caught you with a pack of cigarettes, my cigarettes, she emphasized.
You know me better than that she said sternly. I don’t take responsibilities or promises I make lightly. When you convinced me to help you in your plan to quit, I reluctantly accepted, knowing that if I made the promise to you that I’d have to carry through. Look where that got us. Me having to treat you like a school aged child for smoking without permission. I feel like I’m raising my daughters all over again. I knew what she meant by that comment. When I took the pack she reminded me about punishing her daughters for smoking when they were 12 and 13 respectively. The reason the girls got into trouble wasn’t so much for smoking, but, for smoking without permission. Michelle had told them from an early age that they could smoke whenever they were ready, but, that they must ask permission.
So rather than reinvent the wheel, she used the same tactic on me that her two daughters experienced, making me smoke the whole pack of cigarettes in front of her in one sitting. While this wasn’t pleasant, it didn’t kill me but it did get my attention. What really got my attention was the stern warning when I finished. This had better not ever happen again. If I have to punish you again it will be the worst experience of your life.
Incidentally, both daughters became smokers three years later at ages 15 and 16, with their mother’s blessing after getting up the courage to ask permission.
She took another cheek hollowing drag and held the smoke in, almost as though she drew wisdom from it filling her lungs. Then a long exhale, alright, I’ve given it some thought, here’s my offer, take it or leave it. I listened intently as she revealed her decision. I have fulfilled my promise to help you and then some, she said. You are now asking me to forget about your request for help. If you’d like to start smoking again, you must prove it to me. The way you’re going to prove it to me is by doing exactly as I tell you to all weekend. If you follow my directions and complete what I tell you to do, then I will be satisfied that I’ve done everything in my power to discourage you from starting again. If you wish to start after that, I would be glad to have you back as a fellow smoker.