So this is my story:
Just like the boy who broke her heart going away to school so he wouldn't be "that guy with a girl back home..." I threw my first dip in at 16, a true badass... Or dumbass!
Fast forward three years, back together with the girl (now wife), but was a slave, dipping a can a day, starting from the minute I woke up to the second I fell asleep, only stoping to eat. Concerned, 3 years ago she sent me the KTC link... Scared shitless to have my face ripped apart by a surgeon, I still held title of dumbass and said it wouldn't happen to me.
Fast forward 10 years to 27, gum lines eroded and being a closet dipper, I was sick of who I was, what I'd become. I was successful in the eyes of the world, but hated myself for my chains to skoal. I dropped down on one knee and wedding planning was on way. The day before our wedding was my last dip. I used lozenges for the honeymoon and up until yesterday... Dip free for 54 days and nic free for a day. Just got some Smokey Mountain wintergreen this am... This stuff is a dream. Sorry to blab, but if it can encourage anyone, I hope it will. Give up that shit, if not for yourself, think if the one person that cares about you most, do it for them - your wife, kids, sister, dog... Whoever.
I revisited this site today because I am committed to be dip and nicotine free, but I am an addict and struggling. Dip free was okay with lozenges, but today without either was tough. I am here for the long haul, dip free today, dip free till buried.
Stay strong. Blessings