Secrets are bad...most of the time.

I was the perfect child, well not perfect but I never got into any trouble, I actually obeyed my parents, didn't skip school I was perfectly boring lol. Both of my parents smoked and I was raised in the era of Slim Goodbody and Easter seals so my mission in life was to save my mom and dad from certain death and get them to stop smoking. Cut to the teen years while my friends were smoking, drinking, cutting class, and just all out rebelling I was not, my job was to keep the stories straight, and get the drunks home safe, I was the good kid all the parents liked me. I got good and sick of the goody two shoes tag I was wearing so at the age of 18 I decided something must be done. Yep I decided to start smoking. Me being the rebellious badass that I was decided that I would do something perfectly legal and extremely stupid! So now I'm a smoker, a secret smoker cause I can't bring myself to light up in front of anyone but that's fine I actually enjoyed my secret I would smoke when I was alone mostly when I was driving. My secret rebellion served me well for a few years I became quite good at stealth smoking. Now as it happens I meet, fall in love and marry a wonderful man...who absolutely HATES smoking! Not only does he hate it he will tell you how nasty it is and how stupid you are for doing that to yourself..yeah he is one of those. You would think that would be incentive enough for me to quit right? Nope just made me all the more sneaky. I know all the tricks and I have all the gear hand sanitizer, hairspray, febreeze in the car, baby wipes, gum (oh my lord the gum). After 20 years of all the craziness I grew tired of sneaking and I have to finally admitt my little secret is actually doing me harm so I have to quit, for real this time. I have tried lots of times before but the bad part of no one knowing is that there is no one to support and encourage you. Then it happened I saw my life saving device, a disposable e-cig it was a Clayton menthol. I have not lit a real cigarette in over 2 weeks nor do I plan on doing so ever again (knock on wood). There's my confession and for what it's worth I know not telling my husband about my smoking is wrong, I make no excuses for it and if he ever finds out I will come clean, it is the only thing I have ever kept from him and no I am not proud of it. Thanks for reading.