this is going to be a tough week for me. many emotions are coming out.
All my life I have been a slave to some form of shit. I was blessed to marry my wife 18 yrs. ago, but boy was I lost. She's from a completely different culture which has added communication challenges from time to time, but we're strong.
We wanted to have children, and tried for 6 yrs. Nothing. Then my Dr. told me my drinking, and smoking wasn't helping. I quit drinking, and 2 months later she was pregnant. I remember sitting in the yard (she was 4 mo along) I was 6 mo. sober, and I thought hey she's pregnant, I did my job, time to start drinking again! I went into a haze of hangovers until one night I got the call from the Dr. Our child (son) had a rare disease and wouldn't survive the birth. We lost him.....
I went into a spiral of depression, drinking, smoking...We almost split a couple times. I felt like the lord was punishing me for being an ass. I felt like it was my fault. I finally decided one day that it was time to take back control. I quit drinking and smoking cold turkey, but picked up the cope (an old friend) to help me through it.
We continued to try and have children. In vitro 3 times, nothing. We tried everything. My sobriety was very strong at this point, and we decided to be baptized. The next month we found out she was pregnant. Holy crap, the Dr. was surprised as well. It was like torture going through the pregnancy hoping and praying this time all would be fine. I made a promise to the lord I would quit chewing the day he was born in hopes that everything would be ok.
The happiest day of my life came and went. Tanner was born.(He's almost 6 now) i was Still chewing, crap. I knew the lord wasn't happy with me, and I told my wife each year I would quit. Her reply -whatever, I've heard that before. Do what makes you happy. She didn't care if I chewed or not. My son was starting to look at me funny when I'd talk. spit drooling out the corner of my mouth. (What a fucking idiot I was)
I kept saying to myself I'd quit for them. That's why it never worked. I had to quit for myself. I had to show my wife, and son that I'M A MAN and I would take care of them.
I told myself I'd finally quit On my 8 year sobriety (Aug 15th) Last week I was looking in the mirror I started crying like a baby, saying to myself always a fucking excuse to chew a little longer. excuses, excuses. I said fuck this I'm quitting right now and dumped the cans. Instead of day 1 on the 15th, It'll be day 11!
I feel so much better now, I feel like a MAN.
I'm no Dr. Phil but hopefully my posts will help the younger boys learn that Killing The Can now will save you a lot of time, money, and heartache. It will help define who you are early, building your foundation.
Thanks to all the strong mother fuckers on here who helped me find my balls, Man up and take care of my family. I'm so proud to quit with you guys!!!!