I've decided to start a journal here finally. I'm not really sure why, other then hopefully it'll help me deal with the anger that I feel is always in me now days. This is going to be rambling because I'm just going to write, and what comes out comes out.
After many years, and much hurt, I finally asked my husband of 24 years to stop his porn habit 3 months ago. As an 40-something year old woman, I did not want to finish my life out with a man who was still lusting after teenagers. These are the kind of men I never had any respect for, and the thought that this was to be my partner in old age, almost made me want to cry.
I've talked to him about it, and he has promised to stop, but he really doesn't believe it was a big deal. Even at our ages, it was still an every day thing for him. His becoming completely impotent with me didn't even phase him. He had just decided that meant he would probably finish out his life with just porn. Then again, when he was younger, it didn't bother him then either. Even then, I'd go years without ever seeing him really excited. Sometimes I think he really didn't care whether we had/have anything between us at all. He says he did, but this actions have always been much louder then his words.
At least in the last 10 years, he cared enough about me, that he no longer would insult me and compare me to the girls in the movies to my face anymore. Oddly enough, I'm an attractive woman that had other alternatives---probably most people would have considered me a lot more attractive then my husband, but yet, I've let him destroy my confidence, and self esteem. Why, I don't know. I sometimes wonder if I did something to deserve this, or are all men like this? Again I don't know.
At least he cared enough to get viagra this time. But yet, even this pisses me off. Why didn't he just quit the porn? Does he really think the porn didn't effect his performance? Or did it not matter? Did he think he could still be engaged with a woman as she aged while he still continued to be obsessed with watching "the girls"?
Ohhhh, i have so many questions, and yet can never talk to him. He thinks because it's been 3 months since my "blow up" that I should be over it. I'm not....there's still his porn file cabnet in the bedroom closet. He still has all his own computer equipment in the backroom of the house, he still has his passworded desktops, and linex, and huge hard drives, and he's planning to get more harddrives for more storage space, and and and! UGH, he doesn't understand that it's NOT going away for me. :(( And he doesn't think porn ruined anything between us.
I feel, and wonder if i'm ever going to be OK. Am I mentally broken? Is it possible to wake up in the middle of the night and not think about this, or think about it first thing in the morning? Or can I leave the house while he has time to himself, and know that when I come home and he'll still have the capacity to love me? Why do I hurt so bad? This was his problem, shouldn't he be the one in pain? =((
These are the questions i ask myself every day..... and yet, I must find a way out of this mess to hopefully live happily again some day.
































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