Smoking Addiction

"Well, my wife thinks I'm addicted to smoking, so she signed me up for this whole mess." Ollie began, "But I don't. I have it under control."

"Well, thank you for opening up about your addiction Ollie." Dr. Roberts began, "but because of the fact you sat down in my chair, I think on some level you know it is a problem for you." Ollie looked shocked. Dr. Roberts continued, "now, Ollie why did you start smoking?"

"Well, um..." Ollie hesitated, "I don't think this is going to work..." Ollie made a move to get up, but Dr. Robert put his clipboard down loudly, causing Ollie to flinch.

"Oh you, my good sir, are quite unbelievable. Fine, leave. Waste your money, keep your addiction, why should I care." Ollie looked apologetically at Dr. Roberts and sat back down.

"I'm sorry, I just never talked to anyone about this stuff." Ollie began, "I started smoking...Everything is confidential right? My wife won't find out right?"

"Of course. Nothing leaves this room, Ollie."

"Good...well...I started smoking after I found out that my wife was sleeping with my best friend. I got home one day and saw their clothes on the floor. I could hear them moan all the way from the front door. I thought about running in and calling them out, but..." Ollie paused, his eyes welling up, "but I couldn't. So I left and bought my first pack of cigarettes and got blackout drunk." Dr. Roberts got up from his chair and put a hand on Ollie's shoulder. A few tears dripped down Ollie's eyes, but Dr. Roberts wiped them away with a finger.

"Let me help?" Dr. Roberts said firmly.

"Help how? You can't fix my marriage or my addiction."