I need to act like a simple, silly woman who doesn't smoke in front of my parents-in-law. 🚬🙈

Living with my in-laws in their tiny apartment is like starring in a sitcom I never auditioned for. Every time I sneak out for a smoke, I turn into a ninja—cracking windows, stuffing towels under doors, and dousing myself in body spray like I’m prepping for a date. But my mother-in-law? She could sniff out a cigarette from a mile away, and my partner’s always giving me that look when I come back from my 'walk.' I’ve tried every trick in the book—chewing gum until my jaw hurts, burning incense, even blaming the neighbors. Still, the paranoia of being caught is almost worse than quitting. Sometimes I wonder if it’s all worth it, or if I should just confess and deal with the fallout. Have you ever had to hide something from your family just to keep the peace? I’d love to hear your stories—maybe we can laugh (or cry) about it together. Seriously, what would you do if you were in my shoes? 🤔 #FamilyDrama #SecretsAtHome #SmokingStruggles #FamilyRelationships