We seem to be having this conversation over and over again.
You're fight.
Look, I know how you feel about my smoking. You don't have to tell me every day.
I'm sorry. I worry about you.
Let's be honest. There's always going to be a reason. After you graduate, it's going to be hard to find a job, then there will be the stress from just starting a job. OK, I get your point. It's just so hard. You don't really understand because you have never smoked.
You need some help. Why don't you go to a doctor?
You mean a psychiatrist?
No, I don't. I mean a general practitioner. Maybe you can get a patch, or some pills, well, I don't know, something to help you with the withdrawal.
Really, I believe I can quit on my own. But I'll think about it. I will.
All fight. I won't mention it for a week. Then I want to know your decision. Because if you don't get some help, I need to rethink our plans.
You mean you'd break our engagement over this? I can't believe it!
I don't know.