Ten weeks now since quitting smoking and though I'm not yet at the point where I want to do handstands about it , I am quietly pleased . But it irks me that the so called friendship with my next door neighbour - and old smoking buddy - has irrevocably changed and is now somewhat strained . And seems it's all because I no longer light up .
Returned home yesterday from six weeks abroad and met up with my friend and her adult son for a coffee on their back deck . All seemed well till my friend , Sadie , tried to light up and went into a paroxysm of coughing . She had to walk away from our table and lean over the rails of the deck till she could breathe again . Son happily puffed away all the while . Very soon after Sadie suddenly disappeared inside the house where she began busying herself with certain chores . I took this as my cue to leave and thought on my way home , "Well . So much for that . The energy between us was so much better when I smoked . How sad . Am I doing something all wrong ? Probably not . I just have to let go and move on but I do feel a real sense of loss ."