Laid the cigarettes down
08/13/2004 06:52 p.m.
Last night, John put down his cigarettes. I am glad for him, but instant appearance of the bear. I mean, I want him to stop smoking as that would obviously be more healthy than continuing to smoke. But I find myself fearful of the old. Ack. I'm praying. I'm doing all I know how to do that doesn't cross boundaries (it's HIS deal), trying to be supportive but nothing more (nothing more is important in these matters). I'm more afraid of what will happen if he ends up smoking again and sees his attempt as a failure. Isn't that sad? Take me away.
I am currently Anxious
I am listening to the stress in my neck giving me a headache