I'm gunnin for Feb. HOF (fuck that, I'll be in feb. HOF). 60 days quit today. I've been lurking and sucking strength from this site and y'all for awhile now, so an intro seemed the least I can do. After reading around this site, i realize my story is boringly typical. 18 years of throwing shit in my mouth, hiding it, feeling guilty about it, thinking that when I grow up i'll quit. well, turns out you don't outgrow addiction.
Last year (2012), after getting caught multiple times by my spouse over the years (and damn, i would go months and years without getting caught, lying cloak and dagger cunt that i was), and having it be a major trust problem in my marriage (I, of course, PROMISED i would quit this time). It was time for me, my marriage and yeah, i wanted to stick around for my two kids. This childish shit had to stop.
But my bargaining and rationalizing reptile brain wasn't going down easy. I quit five times in 2012. I went through that first 5 days fives fucking times. I can't think of anything more masochistic than that. Four times I caved. Why? Couple reasons - First, I didn't realize what it meant to be an addict yet. Second, I didn't have this site. It's easy to cave when hardly anyone knows you chew, let alone quit, let alone cave once again. No consequences, except I knew and my self-worth and esteem went in the shitter. I didn't trust myself anymore either.
I made one quit 2 months - 60 days, just like today. then I went to a concert with a buddy, got cocky about how much control I had and took a chew. needless to say, the fucking reptile woke up, and it was full on like i never quit. and I tell you, caving after making it through all that shit that is goddamn tragic. But it taught me something, it taught me that i'm truly and addict, like a herion or coke addict or an alcholic. I can't handle it, and i can't ever chew again because I'm a damaged addict.
I'm amazed at how much effort it took to hide this shit. for at least a month after I quit, I was looking for my can, wondering where it was hid - getting excited when i had a couple hours to myself only to realize it was because normally I would chew the fuck out of a can normally - now it wasn't there. 80% of my world revolved around the next chew and how and when it would happen. And if I went 12 hours without one, that % went up to 100. it's nice to fucking drop that weight and walk away.
I'm feeling very good and proud of making it 60 days - but by god i'm being vigilant. this doesn't end and i can't cave again. Only people on this site understand how hard this is and why i'm proud, and why that pride is forever muted because we all live on the razor's edge of caving.
I'm actually crying writing this, I don't know why. I think being honest about something I've lied so long about is fucking me up. anyway, i fucking quit again today.