Last night was a big night. No big event just friends down the pub. But this was my first night out in 2 years as 1) a single woman, and 2) a non smoker.
I wore an almost embarrassingly short dress and suitably uncomfortable shoes, did my hair and make up and aside from having a bit of a suprise cry was ready.
Down the pub there were a lot of joint friends, people who were both mine and his (the ex) friends.
I took robf's advice and told my best friends my plan of escape if things get bad.
Well. It wasn't that bad. People went outside for smoke breaks and I realised I had about 5 non smoking friends. I hadn't ever considered how many smoking or non smoking friends I had before! This made it easier.
I bitched and off loaded about "the bastard ex" they agreed like friends should. They even commented on my skin looking good!
Several drinks later. I started getting triggers. BIG triggers. Wanted a cigarette so badly so decided to leave. Fell off my chair and flashed my knickers to the entire pub. Yes, it was time to leave! Maybe the short dress and heels wasn't the best idea!
A (non smoking) girl friend actually walked me home and made sure I was watered and fed back at my flat. Awesome friends. Awesome night!
I did it!