Day 30---1 month. 1 month ago i was sitting having supper with my 8 year old son at BW's and i remember looking at him and i almost started crying right there. You see my first time around here on KTC i told him all about my addiction. He had seen me dip his whole life and even caught me smoking a few times...but i don't think he ever understood what it was or what it was all about. Anyhow, i told about how it kills you and its very hard to quit but Dad was trying one day at a time. So fast forward to a month ago..we'd ordered our wings and i was having a beer when i looked at him...i was craving like a motherfucker and my only thought was how much i would have let him down if he knew that dad had caved. I was ashamed...anyhow...i was going through my phone and i still had Jake's number and Eddie's number. Eddie had sent me a text right around the time that Jake had caved and i never responded because well i was probably dipping when he sent me that text and i was very shameful. Anyhow, i decided to text Jake just to see how he was doing and he let me know his story...he had just hit the HOF for the second time. The one text i remember sending was, that i felt trapped...that was the best word to describe my addiction. I was told what i knew, that i would get my balls busted but i needed to come back...so i did. And 1 month later i know i'm quit for 30 days straight. I know i won't use nicotine today because i said i wouldn't. I'll worry about tomorrow when i get there but I am quit today and have been for 30 in a row! I feel better then i did the first time around, i have so much energy and no where really to direct it (selling cars doesn't burn a lot of calories). So i come on here...bitch at those that are jackasses and try to support those that want/need it. I know now, there is no finish line. There is just today. And today, is a good day because i am quit.