The Second year of our marriage brought on Eve's first attempt to stop
smoking. Eve was a very heavy smoker at two-packs a day, and she kept
this secret from her parents at all costs, who are very much against
smoking. During the summer she would smoke out on the patio, or in a
small enclosed balcony we have overlooking the patio in back. During the
winter we set up a room in the basement where she could smoke that would
cut down the amount of smoke that would filter through the house. I
always thought it was dark and dreary down there, but Eve said that she
didn't mind it at all. She said that she even liked it down there. I
wish I knew whether I could believe her on that, since she often lied
about things when she thought she was protecting me somehow.
I don't mind cigarette smell much, but then I have very little sense of
smell. My allergies keep me pretty oblivious to odors. But I always was
worried about what affect the nicotine was having on her moods. To me,
cigarettes were just another complication in her depression disorder, and
I was overjoyed that she decided to try to quit. Never did I put
pressure on her to do so, however. It wasn't necessary, and I have
always seen that pressure on Eve always did far far more harm than good.
She was just too fragile.
Eve had super sensitive skin, so Eve didn't trust Nicotine Patches. And
Eve didn't want to trade a cigarette habit for a nicotine gum habit, so
Eve decided to just quit, using nothing but willpower. I tried to
convince her of the value of the gum, but I was unable to sway her.
To Eve's credit, she did quit. By sheer force of will, Eve gradually cut
down on her cigarettes until finally she was getting through the day
without them. It was rough, but she did it.
Then something happened. For the life of me, I can't remember what it
was. It was either some health problem, or perhaps it was an online
friendship gone sour. Both happened from time to time, and Eve started
falling apart. There was no point quitting cigarettes during a crisis.
We could always try again for a better time to quit. So Eve slowly built
back up to 2 packs a day.
Eve met another friend online the second year, but after meeting a couple
times, they found that they just didn't have that much in common. That,
unfortunately was the only other friend in the area that she ever found.
The summer of the second year was just horrible with misquitoes, and Eve
rarely got out on the patio. We did, however, purchase many lilies and
other water plants this year, which all cheered her up some. Too bad she
could not enjoy them as much as she liked. Mostly she stayed up in the
balcony, protected by screen windows from the bugs.
Eve's online projects slowed down a bit during the second year. Journal
updates became more sparse. Other projects, however, were started up,
such as her MUD and haunted mansion. Online, she was making very good
friends with many people, though they never met. The first year had been
rough with online friendships, since some of her early friends had not
been very emotionally stable. The internet community has a high
percentage of these.
The highlight of our second year would have to be the High School Reunion
that I took Eve to back in Lafayette. It was there that I met her
'brother' John, whom she always adored. Eve often talked of John, but we
had never met before this. Eve had a wonderful time there, meeting old
friends, and this cheered her up for a long time afterwards. A mistake
of mine has always been that I didn't take Eve down to meet John in
Chicago. My defense is that I offered to, any time she wanted to. Any
time she could schedule it, it would take priority. But this was another
project that just kept being pushed off. Next week would always be
better for this, or the next. I should have just scheduled it one
weekend despite Eve, but whenever I ever tried to do stuff like that,
something always came up so that it was a bad idea. But left in Eve's
hands to schedule, it never got done.