Hi, my name is George and I quit last Saturday. This is my first post. I found this website...geez, nearly 5 years ago, but I never joined the freedom boards, because I never had the catapult I needed before. 9 months ago, I met a girl. She completely changed my world, one minute I was wandering through this life like a nomad, the next I never wanted anything more to share time with this beautiful soul. From that point on, I wanted to quit, but in the meantime, that same sweet girl became my biggest trigger. She didn't complain about the smoking at first, I rarely smoke around her, but the accompanying smell never excited her much. Then we made a bet on our Navy fitness test, if I got a higher score, she'd have to watch all the James Bond movies, and if she won, she chose me quitting smoking. She won. This was back in May. Unfortuantely our relationship has been rocky since then, and I found myself smoking just to spite her, or just having the excuse to start again. Finally we got on the issue of whether or not to someday have a child. She said if she was willing to consider that, then I should be willing to consider actually quitting. I spent the next two nights at her place after she said yes, and then I headed back to my apartment where I found a few cigarettes left over in my pack...and I smoked five and then broke up the rest and threw them away. That was Saturday, and unfortunately while we're on rocky ground again, I managed to beat my biggest trigger, my love, and I'm 100+ hours in. But it's not just for her this time. It's for me, my own reasons, but it is also for her. That kind of love doesn't come every day, week, month or year. I can't buy it at a gas station for 5 bucks, can't crush it out in an ashtray or flick it out the side of my car. She tastes better with alcohol and goes even better with coffee in the morning. She's what I want to reach for in the morning instead of a lighter, the last thing I want my lips to touch before going to sleep. I don't want to need a silent killer for my brain to go insane; I want that to be my crazy beautiful smidgen.