Author's Note: This article has been reprinted in several newspapers and has been reposted numerous time on the net since it was released in 2002 by a supporter of mine who know about the press. You can see the original press release at: http://www.prweb.com/releases/2002/05/prweb38523.htm
I love you but I love my addition more,
I love you but I poison your lungs when I smoke next to you,
I love you but I contributed to your asthma, ear infections, and almost killed you with your SIDS,
I love you but when you can’t breathe because of your asthma all I can do is smoke away from you,
I love you but when you get more colds than most, when your lung functions are lower, when you look at me with your feverish eyes, I just need to smoke more to calm my nerves as I worry about you—because I love,
I love you but not enough to care about your health,
I love you enough heroically die for you but not to stop killing myself and you with my smoking,
I love you but you cannot beg me enough to consider my health and save myself for you and save you from the pain I cause you,
I love you but each and every day, 3 times an hour I assault your body with something I know hurts you,
I love you enough but nothing can make me see that I hurt you every day, every waking hour we are together....and at night as you struggle to breathe I sleep calmly and wake first thinking of my nicotine fix even before I check on you I light up,
I am a good mom and I adore you but no matter how much conscious suffering I cause you; my selfish need is more powerful than my love for you!
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