I never thought my life would be like this.
I can't believe I'm here and this is real, and my husband has this problem that has affected us so profoundly and he doesn't even think it's a problem.
I guess it all started about five years ago, when I was pregnant with our second child. I was a stay-at-home mom at the time and going to school. I was at work on our computer and before I could finish typing in a web address, a whole slew of filthy and disgusting sites presented themselves. I clicked on each one, sobbing. I couldn't believe my husband had been looking at this. When he came home, I saw him in a different way. I watched him walk around the house and go about his normal routine as if he hadn't just destroyed how I see myself. After putting our oldest to bed, I absolutely let him have it. I was a torrent, throwing his things into bag after bag and heaving them out the front door. I was fully committed to never having to sleep in the same bed with him again......until he began to explain how it was my fault. You see, I have a chronic illness and after having our first child, I went out of remission and was pretty close to dying for months. He wouldn't have sex with me because I was so sick, but he had so much anger for me because, "You didn't give me what I needed in that time." "Don't you understand? This is the only way I've been able to be faithful!" "Everyone does it! You're just a prude and don't know any better!" "You are really sheltered if you think this is a problem!" =((
I guess he's right. This is all my fault. I wish I hadn't gotten sick and caused him to struggle. I guess this is how marraige works, I'm so stupid to think otherwise. In the years that followed, we became more and more distant. Oh, sure we can have a normal conversation and laugh at our kids together, but something died that day. I sank into a very dark place, one that made me feel unloved, stupid, worthless. I put on almost 100 pounds in five years. I guess food was my husband. I would find porn sites in his history and get upset with him, but after a while I just stopped looking. What good did it do? I just became very upset every time I saw them and disgusted that he could look at such obscene and graphic images. He had promised to stop on more than one occassion, but to no avail. The truth is....I don't know how bad his problem is. I don't investigate anymore and therefore don't know how often he is MBing to the P. I do find his profile open very early in the morning now, so I know that he does it more often, but I'm just clueless as to how bad it really is. There were other things as well. I had learned not to go out in public or to gatherings with him. He would always make fun of me to friends or family. I would always cry myself to sleep. I noticed how every time we would get together with another family or friends and he would treat me this way, we would sort of lose those people as friends. I thought it was because I was so unlovable, but it turns out that I'm not the only one who doesn't like how he treats me.
Three days ago, he left P up, JUST COMPLETELY UP ON THE FRICKING COMPUTER!!! This time it was different. The first instinct that I had was, I want to hurt myself. I sat on the floor not realizing I was sobbing...I felt so electric and numb at the same time. How could I be here? WHY AREN'T I GOOD ENOUGH!!?? I have lost 85 pounds in the last six months in hopes that he would be attracted to me again. We have had sex one time in the last year and a half. The one time we did, it was, well, it didn't last long. I decided not to harm myself for three reasons...my three kids. His idea of taking care of them was obviously to banish them to another room of the house and MB to P. That would be no life for them. So what do I do? I've never spoken of this to anyone. I feel so alone. I don't want anyone to think badly of him, after all I chose him. That's when I found this site.
I wish I could get him to understand how big of a problem this is. If it weren't for our kids, I would have already been gone. I've tried to figure out if I love him anymore. The truth is, I've felt so badly about myself for so long and now I'm realizing that he's the reason. I'm angry...and scared....and embarrassed...and mostly sad. It sucks being a grown up. When I think about the converstaion I need, I must have with him, it makes my heart beat fast and my stomach feel sick. He is so irrational about this. But, I know that I deserve to be loved. I'm a good woman. I need a healthy sex life! I shouldn't be compared to those ridiculous images! I deserve more than this!
































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