I have given up cold turkey. It's been 5 days now. Haven't touched one. I can do this, it's for my baby. But I miss it because OH and I used to "social smoke". We would sit in the garden in the evenings and talk & laugh, but smoking was always a part of it. I hardly touched the cigs in the day because I'm so busy with my daughter, but at night I really looked forward to letting my hair down and having a nice smoke with OH. Since OH "quit" 3 days ago (he promised me we'd quit together for our baby) we've beenjust sitting in front of the tv in the evenings (his choice, not mine) and he doesn't want to talk, or play cards, or ANYTHING. I tried to get him to sit out in the garden (which lasted 5 mins) but it doesn't feel right now and we're both under a lot of strain because of quitting and we're just not enjoying eachothers company at the moment. This really hurts because this should be the happiest time of our lives. Now--last night we got a phone call from someone who really winds us up and OH gets so "stressed" he decides to have a fag. I beg him not to, but he insists. One fag turns into two.... He promises me that's it, he's back to quitting. Then this morning I hear the back door opening, so I go to look and THERE HE IS WITH ANOTHER FAG! We fought of course...been fighting all day. I can't get him to understand that I feel like he's betraying me. We promised eachother we'd give up together. He's out walking the streets now and I can bet he's smoking like a chimney. Stupid weak *******. Ladies, I honestly feel like he's disrespecting me by smoking like this. I kind of feel like he's cheating on me. I'm just so hurt, why can't he think of anyone but HIMSELF? Does anyone else feel like this?