Day 10 - Double Digits
I scored a couple of huge victories this weekend. Twice my wife and daughter left me by my lonesome. And twice I chose to remain true to my word. Now did the thought enter my mind? You bet your butt it did. They were two of the most perfect chances to score a dip and know body be the wiser. Except my integrity would be shit. I haven't approached the moment yet, but if I do I hope I make the right choice and reach out instead of reach for.
So I am happy to be in the Double Digits, but the Nic Bitch is still at me. It is crazy how true the addiction is, and if you ever choose to quit you will find that "I am an addict" are the truest fucking words in your quit. If you haven't said them yet, you are kidding yourself, and ignoring how big of a punk the can has made you into.
Quit today. Every Minute. Every Second.
I know the feeling, Saturday night Day 12 was driving to pick up take out by myself and the NIC bitch was riding shotgun pestering me saying you need a dip while you drive.