The kicker for me, when I realized how caffeine withdrawals effect me was as we were all leaving to head to work. My wife forgot her lunch, and ran back into to get it, which mildly annoyed me (but shouldn't have). Then, I came back out with all the pieces of leftover home made pizza. She basically said that's more than I need and why didn't I just take a piece or two out for me. Usually, I would have just said I don't know, it didn't cross my mind and we would have worked it out. Instead, my withdrawing self saw this utterance as an attack on my intelligence. So I got really mad and hateful with her--over pizza.
Now that I have had really big cup of coffee, I realize how stupid I was. Is this how people are when they quit smoking or some other drug? They don't feel normal until that next hit of whatever. I didn't have hallucinations of dead babies crawling on the ceiling like in Trainspotting, but I kind of get how some people do awful things to get the next fix.
In conclusion, I'm sorry for being a jackass to my wife. I am an addict.
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