Three months ago I gave up smoking for my girlfriend. I come from a family where most people smoke. I too smoke. Smoking is no big thing in our family, nor in our extended family, it's just seen as something that most of us do. Naturally, we have an astonishingly high cancer mortality rate in our family, but that is beside the point and not really part of my discussion here. In short, I had been smoking for five years up until the point when I gave up. I love smoking, it's really that simple for me. My girlfriend's parents used to smoke, but gave up some years ago before she was born. They have always indoctrinated her and her siblings with the value that smoking is bad, it's addictive and should not be started. The same things that any well-meaning parent tells their children to educate them, more than to over-protect them. She hates smoking with a passion. So I, very reluctantly, made the effort to give up for her. I first used a form of NRT - 'fake' cigarettes. Basically you 'smoke' these plastic cigarettes with an ioniser in them that turns the nicotine cartridges into steam instead of smoke. The system is that you can gradually lower your nicotine dose by removing all the tar and harmful chemicals from the act of 'smoking' whilst not having to replace having something to do with your hands. Within a fortnight I'd given up on the NRT and gone cold-turkey. In the three months that followed I battled my addiction for the first month, but didn't once smoke a cigarette. I'm not claiming it's some great achievement, because in fairness I have only been smoking for five years. After the first month or so, the addiction faded and I didn't once feel the need to smoke as I had previously. It became easy. What became increasingly difficult was fighting off my desire (not addiction) to smoke. Not a day went by when I didn't think of how much I enjoyed smoking as a pastime of sorts. Eventually, I asked my girlfriend if I could smoke again, not to the extent of two cartons a day as I once had, but maybe one or two a day for the pleasure of it. She, very begrudgingly agreed, saying that it was my life and she didn't want me to give up something I liked doing because she didn't want me to come to resent her for being the controlling type. So now I'm smoking again and she shamelessly guilt trips me about it, I knew she would do this and it's not much more than playful, in fairness, but I can't help but feel I'm the bad guy in all of this. I certainly don't want to end our relationship because we're so close. We have great fun and enjoy each others' company very much. I just wandered what the MR community's opinion was on the matter. I'm torn between doing something I have done and loved for years and making her happy. To me this isn't one of those compromise situations between couples, it's a matter of changing or not. All I ask, if anybody does reply, is that they don't give me a health lecture without any actual personal response. I'm fully aware of smoking's harmful effects, I'm a well-adjusted individual and I make my own choices based on my own desires. Thanks in advance for any input.