Hello all,
Today is Day 1. I am 35 years old and started dipping when I was 16. It got worse through college and afterwards where I usually had a job where I could do it no problem and basically all of the time. I started working in an office and met my now wife when my chewing decreased some. She was a smoker at the time and we both "quit" tobacco 7 years ago. Unfortunately, she doesn't know that I do it every chance I get that I am away from her. I feel like I am cheating on her and I know I am lying to her.
Anyway, I have tried to quit dozens of times before. Sometimes would last days, a couple of weeks or maybe a month. After each time, I believed I had developed some magic willpower that would allow me to have just one. "Just one" has been my motto and has always failed me.
Now, it is at the point where anytime I have anything in my mouth I am paranoid that it is going to be cancer. So I am committed to stop lying to my wife and to stop putting poison in my body and I am looking forward to all of your support along the way. I am very thankful to have found this website.
Yes, be very thankful you found this site. One of our mottos is, "NEVER again for any reason". We are also aware that the "just one" motto is a piece of shit lie. Your an addict. Google "The Law of Addiction" if you don't believe me. Your picture might come up if you do an image search.
I too lied to my wife and hid my bad "habbit" from her for 15 years. I was a liar, a scum bag, a bad husband, and bad father, just a down right d bag. Choosing the can over my wife and family on more occasions then I care to remember. I'm still not sure I have fully forgiven myself. I'm not alone either...their are lots of dudes on here who have done the exact same shit you and I have done.
I too was scared by the big C. Got a nasty bump on the lip, thought is was cancer, had a panic attack, passed out, and landed in the hospital. Still didn't tell anyone, including the doctors so they sent me home after they determined my lip was fine.
So I went home and started dipping again, for about 3 days. Then all I could think about was, "what if next time it is cancer". I was a mess, had another panic attack, convinced I was dying and ended up back in the hospital for like 3 days. They tested my heart up down and every which way. It was fine...physically.
Finally as I laid in that bed with my entire family, including my wife, and all the doctors and nurses around me seeing I was in agony but unable to figure out why, I broke down...Told everyone in the room EVERYTHING. All the lies, how much I was doing it, when I would do it...EVERYTHING. Balled like a fucking BABY! At first they were shocked but seconds later they were relieved and started to cry with me. Even the doctor was like, "oh, okay this explains it."
I was lucky. My wife forgave me and said she would help me QUIT. So did my family. So I did.
I won't even go into detail about the struggles I have had to get to 241 days quit, but I just want to let you know you are not alone, and that this is going to suck more dick than Jenna Jameson. BUT...IT will totally be worth it. The freedom you will feel will be unreal.
Ultimately it is your decision, but I suggest you tell your wife. Quitting is hard enough, doing it behind someones back nearly impossible. I can't even describe the the weight that came off my shoulders when I told everyone. Again though, it is your choice.
Sorry I went so long on this, but I just wanted to let you know you're not alone. Use this site to get you quit. Post roll, read read read and read some more. Educate yourself on nicotine addiction and how it controls you. Reach out to people, get #'s from people in your quit group, use chat...WHATEVER it takes to keep that shit out you mouth. NO MORE, "just one".
Never again, for any reason.