I quit a few months after I got engaged, my old lady hated the smoking but put up with me anyway. I realized you just have to have a good enough motive to quit, something stronger than the addiction, and she was it. Anyway, I spent the summer working double shifts on a ferry in Alaska, smoked to my heart's content and quit the day I got back to Georgia. I'm coming up on the two year mark in August. Congrats to you man!