Story about when my husband tried to quit smoking

One day, I was fine, I was okay.

It was quiet, probably because I could endure it.

 

Just in case, I bought some snacks and other treats.

I also told my son who is entering puberty.

 

Let's be careful and try to get everything right, no matter what.

 

And I can endure the second day.

The household naturally becomes more comfortable little by little, with every word spoken.

I'm cautious.

 

On the third day, make all kinds of noises from breathing.

Starting to pick a fight ㅜㅜ

I can't watch TV. I sit down when I sit, stand up when I stand.

I even held it in until I got to the bathroom.

An arrow comes when you move 😱

You shouldn't even look around. Why are you looking!! Did I do something wrong?

Do you think you can just start and make money to survive?

??ㅡㅡ;;;; That phone is also a bother for me.

Are you saying I should earn the previous electricity bill, or is it the floor you're sitting on?

I earned money and bought a house.

What about the TV? What about the sofa? Everything individually.

 

Time without Dad

How will my son endure tomorrow?

I think I can boil it once I get past this.

The problem is that I am now hitting my head against the wall.

I want to die ㅡㅡ;;;

 

I was feeling the same way.

It's been less than a week.

Is the person changed to 365? Wow? Amazing?

Is it really this much? Amazing? So this is what madness looks like?

Haha, you saw something interesting, right?

 

And then ^______________________^$

Yore has entered;;;;;/;;;;/;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;; Oh no;;;;/;;;;;;

  

I am venting my anger that I had been holding onto with my son.

Nevertheless

^________________________^ I'm doing this.

  

Oh dear..........

So, I guess people who smoke cigarettes are considered strong.