So I've spent the last three days camping in a very remote area of Missouri with a half dozen of my best friends. It was supposed to be a guys only trip, however, I had to insist on taking my wife since I knew there were far to many oppertunities to cave and I needed my local support (internet was pretty sketchy...had to take a long sxs ride to get some service to post roll). I had a bunch of seeds, some fake, and gum. I had zero problems and never really felt bad...until a good bud pulls out a fresh can of cope. I can feel the bitch sneaking up behind me...'go ahead, just take a sniff of that shit...let the familiar smell draw me you in'. Fuck that! As I looked to my wife (sitting next to me) I can see she knows exactly what I'm thinking. She asks me if I'm 'alright'. Of course I answer, 'yeah, I'm in good shape.' I was actually. It was the first time in 23 days I'd seen a can of cope and I thought it would have been worse. Long story short, the trip was great and I had no feelings of distress. However, fast forward 2 hours after leaving (the rest of the guys are staying until Monday but we have a special needs child and can only be gone 3 days at a time) and I am feeling like total shit, almost depressed. Just like the nic bitch to wait until I'm back with my family to make me feel crappy. I slept most of toda, trying to avoid being a short fused dick around my wife and kids. I spent some time reading KTC today and reminding myself over and over this is about life. There is no option to cave. I post roll and I promise to be quit today! I am glad to be quit with the rest of you bad ass quitters.