Very common and familiar story.
I lied to my wife's face for 15 years.
One day I got a sore on my lip and had a panic attack thinking it was the big C. I had never had one before, thought I was dieing so I took an ambulance ride to the hospital. Never told my wife, a doctor or even a nurse I chewed while I laid in my hospital bed.
Eventually they checked me out head to toe, said I was fine and sent me home.
First thing I did when I got home...lied to my wife and told her I was going to the gym. I drove around dipping like a fool, splashed a little water on my shirt and head to look like sweat and headed home.
When I got home I felt funny. Scared shitless is more like it and once again thought I was gonna die and went back to the hospital.
Nobody could figure out what the fuck was wrong with me.
FINALLY I came clean to my wife, doctors, and entire family. They were shocked, yet supportive when I told them I was going to quit.
Even though I felt a ton of weight lifted off my shoulders, quitting was really really really really really hard for me. I was a pussy and actually left the site for awhile because I was such a scared bitch.
I never caved though and after about a month I came back, thanks to a guy names Wedgie. 467 days later I'm still quit, but still an addict.
Point of all this...I've walked in your shoes, we all have, and although at times quitting will be very tough, if you REALLY want to quit you can and will. And we will help you along the way.
The road is very bumpy at first but only gets smoother with time.
You can do this!!!
If a pussy like me can do it, anybody can.
Need anything hit me up morning, noon, or night.
Quit on...