So, better late than never I suppose. I was a little hesitant to post one of these when I joined. Mostly because I thought, "well fuck, I don't know any of these people. Why should I think that anyone wants to know shit about me? I'm just another fuckin dude, probably on the other side of the country, that's tryin another way to quit chewin copenhangen. This place might be bullshit anyway."
I was wrong. I've only been here about two weeks, so my experience is limited and my opinion worth about as much as a used rubber, but this site is different. Everyone is here with the same purpose. To quit for today and to make sure we all show up and promise to quit for today. It's pretty fuckin amazing really. So I'm gonna stick around, have a little friendship, and promise to keep that cope outta my face every day.
My name is Jake. I live in Alaska. I just turned 34. I'm here because I've been chewin for 20 years and it's time to stop. I'm not gonna lie, I love Copenhagen, fuck is it delicious. I've got a dad and an older brother who both chewed, so it was pretty much the natural thing to do right? Well, we make stupid fuckin decisions when we're wee lads. So anyway, bad call on my part. I picked it up easy enough, but I just recently realized it wasn't so easy to put it down.
I met my wife about eight years ago through work. Best fuckin thing that ever happened to me. We all meet cool women once in a while right? My wife is not cool, she is fucking rad! Outdoorsy as hell, loves to fish, wants to camp every chance she gets, likes sports, you name it. She's my best buddy, but she's got boobs and....stuff. Couldn't ask for more. But, she was not a big fan of the Copenhagen. So naturally, me wanting to keep this badass women for my own, I needed to get rid of the habit.
I finally realized how much of a junkie I really was. For nearly a decade I have been trying unsuccessfully to stop chewing tobacco. I even tried smoking just to make it past the first couple weeks of dip cravings! That was fucking stupid as it gets, and it obviously didn't fucking work. But it did help me realize that it's not the dip that's got me, it's that fuckin nicotine. I used every fuckin excuse I could come up with. She got pregnant with our first, so I needed chew for the stress. Then I went back to school, so I needed chew to focus. Then our second kid, then work stuff, yada fuckin yada....
Now, my kids are four and five, I've got a good job, the wife will go back to school next year, life is fucking awesome! But I still was never able to get rid of the chew for good....until now. This place is different. I've already got numbers from about a dozen of my quit brothers and sisters. We check up on each other here and there. I plan on gettin digits from some vets and posting support for other groups. I'm diggin it. I promise to my group that I won't use nic today. And I won't, because I know I'd be disappointed if one of them broke their promise to me.
