Dear Beloved Cigarettes,
I have been working hard to finally get to this day and now it's time for me to say goodbye. "It wasn't you it was me." The ride was filled with happiness and sorrow, but really more regret than anything.
Well old friend, you have hurt me long enough and hurt my best friend, my father, who on December 7, 2009 went through Lung Cancer surgery after stopping tobacco use for over 40 plus years. I will never forgive you for hurting my father the way you did. I may sometimes miss you, but I promised my father I would give you up on his 83rd birthday. I also promised my son I was going to get rid of you after he begged me for years to do so. You have known me long enough to realize, "I do keep my promises."
You may be wondering why now after all these years, I decided to end our relationship. As you are well aware this has been a one sided relationship since 1973. I was not looking for you, but you found me at a vulnerable time in my life. One boring night at a Texaco Gas Station, I saw a machine filled with all of your different friends.
You all cost $0.50 per pack then, and I tried all of you. I had been weakened and tried you again the next day, and the next, and the next. The days became weeks, the weeks became years, and I have been addicted ever since. I regret that decision I made that night more than any other in my life. By the way, you now cost $6.00 per pack, mainly because of all the law suits from others who were injured or died because of you.
So it is time to let you go and to look forward to being free from you controlling my every waking minute. I know my health and all those around me will improve now that you are gone. We will have a little extra play money now that you're gone and I thank you for that.
I wish you never existed and hope you don't get control of any other living person.
In parting the only thing I left to say is, "I am now a non-smoker."
Goodbye Forever,
I have been working hard to finally get to this day and now it's time for me to say goodbye. "It wasn't you it was me." The ride was filled with happiness and sorrow, but really more regret than anything.
Well old friend, you have hurt me long enough and hurt my best friend, my father, who on December 7, 2009 went through Lung Cancer surgery after stopping tobacco use for over 40 plus years. I will never forgive you for hurting my father the way you did. I may sometimes miss you, but I promised my father I would give you up on his 83rd birthday. I also promised my son I was going to get rid of you after he begged me for years to do so. You have known me long enough to realize, "I do keep my promises."
You may be wondering why now after all these years, I decided to end our relationship. As you are well aware this has been a one sided relationship since 1973. I was not looking for you, but you found me at a vulnerable time in my life. One boring night at a Texaco Gas Station, I saw a machine filled with all of your different friends.
You all cost $0.50 per pack then, and I tried all of you. I had been weakened and tried you again the next day, and the next, and the next. The days became weeks, the weeks became years, and I have been addicted ever since. I regret that decision I made that night more than any other in my life. By the way, you now cost $6.00 per pack, mainly because of all the law suits from others who were injured or died because of you.
So it is time to let you go and to look forward to being free from you controlling my every waking minute. I know my health and all those around me will improve now that you are gone. We will have a little extra play money now that you're gone and I thank you for that.
I wish you never existed and hope you don't get control of any other living person.
In parting the only thing I left to say is, "I am now a non-smoker."
Goodbye Forever,
by: Stephen
