Before we got married I told him I didn’t want to have kids with someone or spend the rest of my life with someone who smoked cigarettes. He told me he would quit. I explained to him that it doesn’t just "happen", and he needs to start trying and cutting back, but he insisted that the very day of our wedding would be the day he would quit. I begged him to take it slowly and start a few months earlier, because it would be hard. He had only smoked for 2 years and thought he wasn’t seriously addicted and could easily stop. Needless to say, he never tried to quit. On our wedding day, he swore on our marriage (in his vows, in front of everyone) to quit smoking for his health, for my health, and for the future of our children. After all this had been said and done, I consented to him smoking 1 cigar a week for a while, before cutting back to only 2 a month and so on. I knew he couldn’t just STOP and I really wanted to help him. I also got him a pipe and some tobacco for special occasions. The main thing was he needed to stop smoking a pack of cigarettes a day. I let him know this from the get-go, and he agreed.
Fast forward a few months. I catch him outside smoking with his friends at a Halloween party. I was furious and I was so hurt. He said he was sorry and that he was very ashamed of himself and that I had every right to be hurt because of this. I reminded him that I never argued with him about his alcohol consumption. I don’t argue with him about texting/calling his old girl friends. I even gave him the idea of taking his little brother to a strip club in a few months when he turns 18! The only thing I’ve ever had a problem with was his smoking.
A few months ago I started finding lighters all over the house. They’d be on the back of the couch, in the washing machine/dryer, in his pants pockets, in his coat pockets…. everywhere. He had also stopped buying his pipe tobacco and cigars. I immediately became suspicious and questioned him about it – he denied it and even made me smell his fingers so he could prove he wasn’t smoking. I let it go and felt ashamed that I had bothered him about it, but the signs kept coming up. We were lying in bed one night and I asked him, and I made him swear to tell me the truth. He looked me straight in the eyes and told me he wasn’t smoking and that I needed to stop accusing him of it.
Last night, I walked outside to ask him to fix our smoke detector, and he flicked something very quickly out of his hand. I knew exactly what it was. I immediately started crying and he got very angry with me, telling me that his secret smoking habit was the equivalent of me keeping a diary. He said he wants to hide this from me so it is "his" thing. He said he doesn’t want to tell me "everything" because I’m never honest with him (when it comes to my diary). I thought this was a stupid point to bring up and told him, nearly choking on tears and snot and spit, that I was in more pain because he was lying to my face and smoking behind my back.
He won’t give it up, and he thinks that since I "really know" about it now, he can continue to do it.
Please help me. This has been such an emotional day for me. What would you do if you’re husband had done this to you?

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