2018.11.21 - 93 Days
Intro:
My story is basically an amalgamation of many of yours (e.g. see Kickin-Wing and Walter White, those are a good start).
I had been chewing for somewhere in the neighborhood of 13 years. The first few times were peer pressure in college when I was a drunk freshman. Here's the hook. Unfortunately I am a very sleepy person. If I am not physically or mentally stimulated, then my brain goes to sleep. This means in class, at work, whilst driving, and even a few extreme instances of standing in place for too long - I have fallen asleep in all of these cases. Well in college, I figured out that chew could keep me awake when driving and when studying into the late hours of the night.
I know chewing is gross. I know it is terrible for your health. So to avoid judgement from family and friends, I had been a closet chewer of sorts this entire time. Along the way, I switched to pouches to be able to hide it better.
When I first met my wife, I told her about my dirty secret. I told her that I knew it was bad and that I didn't want to do it forever. I met my wife 7 years ago. We have been married for 3 years. I had quit for short durations along the way, but I had essentially never quit and also hid it from her the entire time. We had our first child just over a year ago. I also just changed careers within the last year. My previous employer covered a relatively small life insurance policy. With the new job and a child, we decided to get a more robust life insurance policy. My financial advisor warned me about their testing for cocaine, but not nicotine. So I failed. This professional testing person came to my home and tested both me and my wife together. I urinated into two vials and sealed them. Then this person asked me out loud in front of my wife, with a smoking gun of a piss vial in hand, if I used tobacco. That was the first time that I ever had to admit out loud that I chewed almost every day. That was day 1 of my quit.