I'm a thirty-two year old lawyer, married with a two and half year old daughter. I've been dipping for ten years, and have hidden it from my wife, family and co-workers. I'm tired of living a lie to the ones I love most. I've "quit" in the past, in some cases making it close to a year nicotine free, but then one weak moment (usually after having a couple of drinks with the boys), and I find myself with a dip in my mouth and the downward spiral begins again. This past weekend was a "guys" weekend with a bunch of friends from school. It was filled with drinking, smoking, dipping, and doing just about everything bad we could do to our bodies. I've never felt like the kind of shit I felt like on Saturday morning. I woke up today and said that enough is enough. My can is empty and in the trash. I am ready to tackle this challenge once and for all. I already posted roll this morning, and I'm committed.