vrykolia

Ever get backed into a corner and part of you wants to fight back, kicking and screaming, no matter what the cost. Because you never back down from a fight, because then you would be weak, and you can never be weak, because then people can hurt you......but the other part of you wants to give in, because you are very afraid you are going to lose something that has become immensely important to you.

I am stuck in that corner, pushed there by some one I love, being forced to choose between him and smoking. What pisses me off is that he knew I smoked before we met. I never lied about it, never hid it. If you love me, then you love all of me, bruised, broken, and full of faults. Don't accept my faults, then you don't accept me. Especially when I promised I would quit once my life settled down a bit.

So here I stand in the corner, fists at the ready.....but do I really want to fight.....