The smoking gun.
Now, because I have some time before I have to go to class, I'll explain in a public entry that, in addition to breaking it off with Sam, another horrendously momentous thing happened. My parents have discovered the ugly secret I've spent a lot of time and energy concealing from them.
I've smoked cigarettes since I was about seventeen. When I was in high school, I would even smoke cigarettes in my bedroom occasionally.
And yet my parents did not find out until I just told them on Saturday night.
They were disappointed. My mom because she worries about my health as it is. My dad because...it's expensive. My mom sweetly offered to buy me Nicotine gum, and I declined. My dad told me that he'd been there before.
My sister was actually more upset than my parents were, which is what I suspected. My sister is almost thirty and she's never smoked anything in her life. She's only been shitfaced drunk once. The only time that she got any type of high from anything was when she took half of the recommended doses of Vicodin when her wisdom teeth were removed. And even then, she complained about mind-altering substances. She's hardcore.
Anyway, she hasn't spoken to me like an adult since she's found out. She asked if she could stay over at my apartment for the night before she knew I smoked, and then she just suddenly changed her mind afterward, and she's stopped talking to entirely.
She'll get over it, I suppose.
But, yeah. That's that. I just think it's bizarre that something that had seemed like such a big deal for three years (keeping my habit from my family, that is), transformed into a non-issue overnight. I'm ashamed, but extraordinarily relieved.
Now I'm going to go outside and smoke a cigarette.
I've smoked cigarettes since I was about seventeen. When I was in high school, I would even smoke cigarettes in my bedroom occasionally.
And yet my parents did not find out until I just told them on Saturday night.
They were disappointed. My mom because she worries about my health as it is. My dad because...it's expensive. My mom sweetly offered to buy me Nicotine gum, and I declined. My dad told me that he'd been there before.
My sister was actually more upset than my parents were, which is what I suspected. My sister is almost thirty and she's never smoked anything in her life. She's only been shitfaced drunk once. The only time that she got any type of high from anything was when she took half of the recommended doses of Vicodin when her wisdom teeth were removed. And even then, she complained about mind-altering substances. She's hardcore.
Anyway, she hasn't spoken to me like an adult since she's found out. She asked if she could stay over at my apartment for the night before she knew I smoked, and then she just suddenly changed her mind afterward, and she's stopped talking to entirely.
She'll get over it, I suppose.
But, yeah. That's that. I just think it's bizarre that something that had seemed like such a big deal for three years (keeping my habit from my family, that is), transformed into a non-issue overnight. I'm ashamed, but extraordinarily relieved.
Now I'm going to go outside and smoke a cigarette.