I thought I had it all beat up. For three years I quit. The support forum I used to peruse went away. Life was great. Three years. Then, I broke.
It was New Years Eve about five years ago. My car broke down, yet under warranty. The problem is, I was 450 miles from home. I put the family in a rental car, paid for by Dodge, and drove home. The next week I had to drive back up to return the rental and pick up my fixe dvehincle. It was night, I was tired, so I thought I would just get me some cherry skoal to keep me awake.
It has been a constant battle since then. I quit for five months, and start back. Quit for three weeks, then start back.
Well, I can't take it anymore. I hide it from my family, co workers, commnity board members. Each sore that comes up, I only think of how I am ripping off my kids. So here I am, 48, and probably used about two to three cans a week. not a lot by the standards of many here, but enough to kill me one day. I just hope it is not too late. I knwo I am serious, becasue I am on here. Currently, I have some cinnamon mint snuff in my mouth. It's not bad. I just hope it's not bad for you.
Wish me luck. The rootboy has officiallyl quit-----AGAIN!
P-S I knwo it is real this time. Every other time I quit, I did not solicit a support board, only on that three year stint.