Most if not all of my ex-s tried to make me stop smoking and guess what? I did. Stopped smoking in front of them )
If there is a lesson to learn out of this is never stop smoking over a dick.
Dicks go by, cigarettes never swing.
Let me tell you a funny story about an ex who terrorized me to stop smoking. And so I did for 2 weeks and after thought better and I decided to just never smoking in his face. But of course the Dude didn’t even notice that. I use to smoke everywhere with him, in his mother’s house, with his mother and sometimes even her cigarettes, at the seaside, in the restaurants, at the country side, everywhere but not in front of  him.
The Dude was pleased that I stopped smoking and I was happy to lie to him (face it, it was for a good cause – I get bored easily).
The funny part of the story is that he made his brother and his sister-in-law to quit smoking too, and they adopted the same style as me.
And actually this thing bonded a friendship between me and that girl until present time.
They smoke their asses up behind his back face and the Dude lives a happily illusion that he cured people from cancer.
Isn’t this lovely?

Thinking of this, quiting smoking would have deprived me from these moments when I enjoy my 4 AM Rose and my pink little Vogue.
I mean really, who wants to live forever anyway? And why? We have only a lifetime and we’d better make the most of it cause it doesn’t give us a second spin.

If I choose to stop something I’d rather do it on my time frame, after all, I am calling the shots in my life, you in yours, we check points at the end

Have a good one dear!!
A la votre!!