My mom complaining about my dad and playing the martyr about how tough her life has been. Granted, I don't think she has had it easy, but someone else's problems (pain, difficulties in life, cost of food, whatever) can never compare to hers.
Also, she is meant to go in a month's time to a lung specialist. Of course she acts like it is definitely cancer, and it could well be. Of course, if it does turn out to be cancer (or emphysema for that matter) it will be because of the chemicals in the factory she worked in and not the fact she smokes like a chimney. Because she quit smoking in 1982, and definitely hasn't been a closet smoker since then (your senses--sight, smell, hearing--are deceiving you if you detect her constantly smoking behind people's backs).
Don't get me wrong, I am scared for her. I don't think it's my decision or anyone else's to make whether she smokes or not. That is why I don't get the neurotic closet smoking thing, and never have. I want to be there for her, but when I ask about it, I definitely can't bear the excuses, martyr act, avoidance, and what I know is going to be a refusal of treatment if she ends up with something terminal.