It's 445 days since I quit smoking. I've been through horrendous withdrawals, cravings early in my quit, the emotional rollercoaster but prayer, determination, and EX got me through it all. Tonight my oldest son is screaming at me that I stole money from him out of his Disability check. I didn't, He pays for his car insurance, contributes a small part of his living expenses and transferring whatever money he wants to his checking acct. I hurt like hell, my patience is short and I want a cigarette. I won't have one it's just the old devil popping his head up from the cesspool. He can go back and pull the cover closed because it won't trap me again. NMW means NMW.