Replaceable.
Yes, I'm smoking. And I'm on my second pack at that. You knew I was a heavy smoker when you got into this relationship--and you've grown too attached. Dare I say you love me? Well it's not reciprocal, not yet at least.

There's plenty of fish in the sea, love. If you don't support my addiction, then I'm going to have to break up with you. It's that simple, really. You put up with my smoking, support what truly makes me happy, and--while we're at it--breathe in my smoke. That's the way its going to be. Let's face it, honey: I own you x