Hi, my name's Todd. Sometimes I go by stu or fishoutofwater. I have been to this site before - ~2 years ago. I've quit many times - too many to count...
Over a year - 12 years ago, 87 days - ~2years ago, ~30 days - ~4-5 years ago, 7-14 days - several times, a day, an hour, minutes - too many times. I hate smoking much more than I ever loved it. I remember the pain in my chest when I ran or exerted myself - like rolling out of bed, the coughing, the self-loathing, the stench - the smell of wasted, burning money - all for the disgusting chunks of brown, gunky phlegm I gagged up. I remember brushing my teeth at my girlfriend's house and thinking how gross it sounded when I'd 'hack up a lung'. She must have loved me to put up with that - sheesh. I love her and I loved cigarettes to death - mine. I hate them for lying to me, decieving me, cheating me, luring me.
But now they're both gone. One week we were talking about moving in together next summer, the next, she thought it was best if we were friends. She didn't know how to deal with her doubts about us while staying together. We had had some trouble in the fall after dating for a little over a year. It seemed we were working through it, stumbling - probably ignoring rather than dealing directly.
Eel (that's her nickname) told me a week and a half before xmas that I was doing everything right, it just wasn't enough. She was having a minor surgery over the xmas break so she wouldn't miss too much work from down time. She told me she thought we shouldn't communicate at all during her recovery. I held on to her xmas presents - have since returned the ones I could. Apparently, the candy store doesn't take returns on swedish fish, her favorite fish.
I had already thought of quitting smoking on the day of her surgery so we could suffer together. God, I never knew how alone I'd be. Thank god for you guys - I can be a wreck and still log in to your words of wisdom and encouragement.
Xmas suh-hucked, but I was with my family, so I kept myself busy and around good support. I was just miserable. "Let it be" by the Beatles, I sang in my head from when I woke 'til my tearful rejoining with the pillow at night. I felt sad, pathetic, rejected, weak, angry - like a child who doesn'