Hey everyone, my name is Tim. I quit on Tuesday the 25th but caved this morning. I actually dug the can I threw away out of a nasty trash bag in the trash can outside my house this morning. I felt like a transient searching for cans. It didn't dawn on me until I got to work, just how ridiculous my addiction was. I am ashamed that I am willing to dig through trash to get my fix. I'm done. I spit it out at 9am and I am now nicotine free. (I spread the rest of the can in the parking lot behind my station). I'm doing ok so far. Seeds and mints are pretty steady. I have a wife and 2 kids that I love very much. I've chewed for 19 years about a can a day. First 6 was Kodiak, then switched to Cope long cut. Never went back. Like so many others here, I can associate just about all 19 years of memory to having a dip. That's pretty insane. Maybe I should've quit when my then 2 year old son accidentally drank from an old spitter (thought that would've been instant divorce), but I kept going. He's 5 now, and the other is 13. Last night, after 36 hours without a dip, I was struggling and my wife told me she had zero sympathy for my withdrawals. She said that she has already come to terms with the act that I am going to die young, it will be my own fault, and there is nothing she can do about it because I will never stop. Thought that might have sealed my quit? Nope, dug my can out of the trash 12 hours later. So here I am. Not because of anyone but myself. You are now my only support. I am scared to death that I won't see my kids grow up. I am scared to death that I will leave my wife alone and on her own. I am scared to die. I see death almost every day. I'm not ready for that. I hope it's not too late. I pledge to quit nicotine starting today March 27, 2014. I will win.
