My first reaction to the prompt, of course, was "I'm no quitter. I never quit anything."
Oh, that's a rich one! Let's see, there's the job I quit two years ago to stay home with the kids. There's the job I quit before I was at The Chronicle because of the bitter fight I got in with one of the owners.
There's the marriage I quit. There's the smoking I quit. There's the calculus class my senior year of high school. There are the countless friendships I've quit as circumstances or distance dictated an end.
I've quit breastfeeding. I've quit changing diapers. Not that far into the future, I'll quit being a mother to a house filled with children. I'll quit having to chauffer kids this way and that way. [And this way and that way. Did you ever see a lassie...Did that tune come into your head? It did mine.]
I've quit caring how people look at me. I've quit reading and seeing movies that are too filled with horror in a world already filled with horror. I've quit reading news stories that reinforce my belief that the world is already filled with horror.
Soon enough, I'll quit this life I have. Believer that I am, I'm planning on having an afterlife of joy. I'm guessing it'll match the joy I experience many days. [But some of the torments of everyday life, I'm hoping I'll quit in the afterlife.]