It's funny. My wife has me running all over town doing little errands for Christmas...and I don't fucking want to do them.
That's progress.
In the past I would jump at the request to run to the bakery to pick up some cannolis, or head to the grocery store to get everything on her list, or whatever else she asks me to do. I think we all know why, especially all the ninjas.
Now I fucking hate it and bitch up a storm. She said yesterday, " you used to love going to the store for me, now all you do is bitch and complain when I ask you to go".
Yeah, because now that I'm free I see that stuff for what it truly is...a major pain in the ass and not a chance to be alone with my old "friend". I'm also home a lot quicker too.
She used ask why it took me 45 minutes to run to cvs to pick up some milk. I would have to make up some b.s. story like the store was packed, some idiot was holding up the line for a really long time, I ran into so and so and we ended up talking for 25 minutes, etc...What a fucking loser. I would bold face lie right to my wifes face. Didn't even have the balls to admit I was an addict. These are the things I regret most about chewing for 15 years.
Oh well, the past is the past and their ain't shit I can do to change it. Now all I can do is bitch and complain like a normal man and be thankful that I don't even have the urge to use while I'm out running these pain in the ass errands anymore. I will take that exchange any day.
Again, that's progress fellas.
Merry Christmas to all you bad ass quitters out there, I hope its a blessed one!
Diesel2112