My quit had been kicking ass and getting easier by the day cruising into double digits. This week I noticed with the short bursts of deep sleep and vivid dreams I hadn't been resting well. Either get too much or not enough sleep. I have been resistant to lashing out at the wife and kids, or kicking the dog for suffering for my own stupidity but it must have been obvious because everyone left me alone. Yesterday the pressure was building and by the time I got home I was full blown raging. No one was home so I went for a walk to calm down. During this time I went from feeling sorry for myself, to being pissed off at the world, to fuming mad at that fucking bitch trying to own me again. She was full blown in my head demanding I come back. It took 2 hours of rage walking before kicking her shit lies out of my head. I told her to fuck off and step down, beat her ass, and left her at the curb. As I walked in the house exhausted from the battle I saw my wife, smiled, and gave her a hug. I think maybe for the first time in 11 days. Feeling better this morning and will make sure I go out of the way to run her over with a tire or two backing out of the driveway this morning. (The bitch, not my wife. LOL)