I quit in August of 2013, and if you'd have asked me a year ago, there was no chance I could ever put that shit back in my mouth. Well, here I sit, 8 months into a relapse. I caved during a high stress point right before I started the deployment I'm currently wrapping up. I was in the middle of a point of being a weak bitch, and instead of coming here or asking for support, I put that horse shit back in my mouth. I promised my wife I would quit again before I came home. Obviously I wasn't quitting for me so I wasn't taking anything seriously. I finally decided that I'm not quitting for her or my kids, I'm quitting for me. Proud to come and join the November HOF group, and I'm here to stay. I dumped out a can and a half of Copenhagen snuff last night, and I'm going strong through 1500 today...but the fog is setting in.