You guys really are terrible! Lol.
When I was little, I couldn't walk through the kitchen without holding my breath and, often, shutting my eyes. Even to get a glass of water, it was in and out. QUICK. I couldn't STAND the smoke, and there wasn't even a whole lot... It was only my mom, and occasionally one or two of my parents' friends or, when she visited, my Grandma. It got worse as I got older... Dad had more smoker friends from work coming for dinner, and my older brother picked up the habit when I was 8 or 9. Talk about a nightmare... By the time my brother started, we were in a house where there were NO walls between the kitchen, dining, and family rooms--just an island and some flimsy stair railing. The funny thing is, none of them have been really heavy smokers, except maybe Gram who only visited us on occasion (and vice versa) since we lived a 2 days' drive away. I've since gotten over that sensitivity, but I still gag a bit when I get hit in the face by a wisp of smoke.
Then, there's when my mom, brother, and/or grandmother would smoke in the car. Always seemed like it happened when I was sitting in the back seat, too (maybe because I almost never rode "shotgun" as a kid, because older brother always got that privilege). The worst part was not being able to open the car window, because the smoke would just flap back in (I had a habit of sitting behind the driver), and then bits of ash would fly back at me.
Then there's the SMELL. It took me several years to lose my sense of smell to it, and it was not nice. It still isn't nice, because I can still smell it to an extent. And that's just the "Ultra Lights" most of my family smokes. When one of my smoker cousins comes over, it's HORRIBLE... Like smelling it for the first time... Because both of my smoking cousins (incidentally, the two that visit us most often--which, luckily, isn't a lot) smoke unfiltered.
The click of a lighter, and the abundance of lighters in a house, have both become horrible, disgusting things to me, too... It always seems like, if there's a dozen lighters in the kitchen, at least one person in the house is a smoker. And that click... It's just become a horrible event that preceeds a disgusting one... The click of the lighter and the sizzle of the flame, to me, signal the oncoming of a white-smoke stench that I know will just FILL the dining room and still manage to stink up the living room and kitchen.
I could probably think of more, worse things, but there's no smokers in the room ATM to jog my memory... Lol.
GOOD LUCK!! I know, second hand, how hard quitting can be.. My grandma still has urges, and it's been 9 or 10 months since she quit (by the way--apparently, it takes 8 months to get your sense of smell back, and LONGER for the smell to leave your car!). My older brother quit last year for his asthmatic wife, only to get addicted to those nicotine breath mints, and now he's trying to "wean" himself off some more by switching to spitless tobacco. My mom has tried and failed to quit countless times... Bleh. Really, good luck. =)