Hubby cheated big time....but it actually helped me!-!

Yes, my other half came home with a pack...the big @#%^$$!! After dinner last night, I commented how horrid it is to be wanting one after 2 months, he looked at me and said, Do you really want one? I said, you didn't. Sure enough he had a pack in his truck. And as odd as it is, after all of the thoughts I have had about the horrible things, when faced with actually having one, I realized I am not giving up my quit. I am not throwing out these two months that have been a roller coaster from hell. I am not doing it to me or to my poor kids that have had to put up with me. So for as much as I have craved (I believe at day 59 I whined that it was as bad as day 1) being faced with one made me realize just how much this quit means to me and that I don't want one. I really and truly don't. So he went outside and smoked one, I watched him from the kitchen window and felt pity for him, and when he came back in, I told him he reaked and not to touch me until he washed his hands and brushed his teeth. (how was that for a kick below the belt?)After the kids were in bed,smoking cessation, I told him that he had lost his quit, he was going to have to get back on track, and I told him he should try these boards. We'll see how he does,stop smoking now, and in the end that's his problem, but I am now that much more secure in my quit. Isn't that strange, someone else's fall made me stronger? Not quite right or fair, but like I said, I have to worry about my own quit.Just thought it was interesting. Hope all is having a good day so far.