Day 10.
So excited that I stayed up until midnight just to post....like I was busting through the yellow tape at the end of a race.....lmao.
Woke up this morning and missed the routine of posting roll...so I did it again and it felt much better.
Weird last couple of days. Work is still strange....hopefully some resolution next week. I honestly don't give a shit about it right now since getting through this is the most important thing for my real future. The job is the job is the fucking job...and the assholes remain the assholes and remain in charge. LOL Hasn't changed much in my 30 years or working, so don't know why I expect this to be any different. :)
On Thursday, I got tired of sitting around waiting for work to follow up with me, so I decided to get out and do something I would enjoy. Went to see American Sniper again...just me and about 8 other 11:45am mid-week viewers. Thought about you guys when I saw the group bond and the support that they gave each other, and it made me glad that I found this place and even more certain in my decision to honor my quit. After the show, went to the range and worked through my routine. Shot better than I've shot in a while...don't know if that was all the focused energy, anger, or a clear, non-nicotine brain, but it worked.
On Friday, I was responding to a post by a girlfriend of a dipper, and in the middle of my post, I realized that my wife looked at me differently since I owned up and stopped chewing. When we were dating and first married, she used to say, "You're the best guy I know". I liked it, but it embarrassed me and I didn't think I deserved it. After 12 years together, sometimes that look and those phrases fade....you miss them, but don't see anything major that is different and you really haven't changed your feelings on it...but it just quietly sneaks away? This week, however, I'm starting to see that from her again. It's a look in her eye that I honestly didn't know was missing but felt it all the same. It's time together to talk when she doesn't have to stare at my full lip or turn her cheek when she kisses me hello or goodbye. It's the absence of that pinched face/nose when I get into the truck and she can smell the dip (and I thought I was being discrete). It's the YEARS of seeing, smelling, tasting that shit vicariously and worrying/waiting/knowing that it may be the thing that kills me and takes me away from her yet.
If she truly believes that I am the best guy she knows, what kind of strength does it take to stand by me for the past 12 years and let me be a dumbfuck? I quit for me, but I have a newfound respect for my wife and for all of our wives that stick with us.
I'm an addict and an asshole....not sure how that qualifies for best guy she knows...but I think I need to get to work on actually earning that title.
Oh..yeah.....I'm sitting behind a fucking keyboard crying that I little fucking baby while I type this......not a pretty picture...and now I'm laughing my ass off thinking about how this must look. Glad everyone's still in bed this morning.
Day 10 Still Quit Still lucky Still fightin the fight