Day 64...
Today is my son's 9th birthday. His first birthday that I will not have a dip in my mouth...then rush to take it out so I can stuff cake in my face...then rush to get another dip in my mouth...you get the point.
Some know that I stopped drinking 3378 days ago, that decision was complicated and difficult, but I know I was nowhere near capable of facing that addiction without the deep soul searching I did before this incredible boy entered my life.
Now I am wrapping up day 64 of freedom from tobacco. I never hid my tobacco use from my kids...I wasn't a ninja dipper...I let that shit define a portion of me. Never again. I quit for me, and me alone...but it would be foolish if me to not realize that quitting is the best gift my son will, hopefully, never know he received.
Like many of us, I live and breathe for my wife and kids...my wife continually tells me how proud she is of my quit. This amazing woman even understood when I explained that this quit is for me...she got it....and thanked me for loving them so much.
The suck sucked. The craves suck. The irritability sucks...but nothing beats the immense pride I feel in making it this far...odaat. I'll confess to sort of enjoying the random nic rage...
So this is a wordy way of saying thanks to all on this site who've been there for me so far and who will be there for me going forward. I'm not going anywhere. I will wake up tomorrow, make my promise to this brotherhood, and celebrate with the most amazing and genuine boy I've ever known...and I'll do it tobacco free.
Whew...that was a lot...feels good.