I'm 38, married to a saint of a woman, have 3 wonderful kids, a great dog, a good job, a nice house, great friends and family and for the past 12+ years I've decided to poison myself for 8-10 hours everyday 7 days a week. It didn't start out that way. It started out like anyone else with an innocent dip, then another one, days, maybe even weeks later. Then a couple of times a week maybe. AND IT JUST KEEPS SNOWBALLING. I use to never, ever dip in front of my wife or kids. Now I find myself dipping at their sporting events, in the car when I'm driving them somewhere. Sure I try to hid it but they are starting to ask questions.
SCARED SHITLESS
I have white patchy shit on my tongue. My tongue hurts. I'm told it's thrush, I'm told it's from chewing. I'm told it won't go away unless I stop chewing. I have to put this liquid purple shit on it that dyes it extremely purple. Now I have a big throbbing purple tongue. It looks ridiculous- it feels worse.
Why in the fuck would I continue to put something in my mouth that is killing me? It's because I'm ADDICTED TO NICOTINE! I'm mad at myself. I'm disappointed in myself. I've been selfish. I've cared more about poison in a can and putting it into my lip for 8-10 hours a day then I have about my life, my wife or my kids. I've made excuses, I've lied to myself and I've lied to others I care about.
My house, my office, my car, my golf bag, my softball bag is completely rid of chew and not just thrown away in the trash- I've done that before and like a fucking derelict I dug through the stinking trash to get the can back out so I could have a chew. That's just fucking sad. Really, really, really fucking sad but I'm guessing I'm not the only guy here that has done that.
Today, 7/07, is the day I stop. Tomorrow is the day I remain quit and post roll. Then I repeat.
I'm new to this site but not new to quitting. I just haven't been successful in staying quit. Would like to chat with anyone anytime. I know I'm going to need a gut check every once in awhile. I know there are days it's going to be more difficult than others and I need someone to tell me to reach between my legs and make sure I still have balls and to fucking man up and stay quit. Quit tobacco. Quit killing yourself. Quit being a pussy. Quit making excuses. Just fucking quit.