Once, I presumptuously began a rant to my son about I never wanted him to start smoking. I was going to say that I wish he would quit. Before I got the 2nd sentence out of my mouth, he said,
Mom. That one word and the tone silenced me forever on the subject. I must have perceived that if I pressed on, his scolding would not be pretty. I don't think he would have wanted that to happen either.
My rant was unexpected and unintentional but, for so many years, I'd been having sorrow that he ever began to smoke. I understand something about why, as a late teen, he started the habit but since I never did, I feel especially sad about him being addicted to tobacco. I'm glad though that he silenced me. BTW, it was not that long ago when this happened. I think he was in his 40s.