Hi everyone. I am new here. Unfortunately, not new to the world of addiction, but pa is a new issue. My bf is a pa. It took over a year of sneaking and lying for him to finally admit to it. It's been a year of the old excuses and rationalizing. "All men do it", "men are more visual", was the first. Then it was, "You mean so much more to me than pictures". Really? Then get rid of them or get rid of me. That worked for a while. Then the old patterns returned that we all see. The distance, both physically and emotionally. The late nights. Then, the evidence. A printed page of movie titles and descriptions, a few magazines. In true co dependent fashion, I controlled by throwing out.
On Wednesday, I confronted. Using some alanon techniques that I had picked up along my way from past issues. I kept it unemotional, I didn't freak out, I spoke in monotone. When he started the old rationalizations of I am not an addict, I pulled out of my arsonal the one line I thought might cut through all the bs. I said, I know you are an addict, because YOU don't care what the p costs you. Financially, spritiually, professionally, family, and even if it costs you me. It doesn't matter the price, you will pay it. That my love is the true definition of an addict. No price is too great. (crickets chirping, blank stare)
Coming from an alcoholic family situation, I set out determined not to be involved with addictions, either for myself or my significant other. I was bamboozled by the PA. I am amazed at the similarities. Addiction is addiction, no matter the vice.
That said, as the 'injured party' in the matter, I have decided to rely on some old techniques. First, I am not going to submurge myself in his illness. I have my own set of issues to sort through. Second, I have to remember always that I can not control him. He will do what he chooses to do. I can only control me. If he chooses to be free from pa, great. If he doesn't, that is also his right. I just can't be involved. I don't like how it makes me feel about ME. The not good enough, not pretty enough, just not enough. Um, no. That is the lies that the P is putting forth. I may not look like the people in the P, but I don't behave as they do either. I am not a used up dish rag that has been for lack of another term, soiled by thousands. I am an intellegent, attractive woman, with a career and aspirations. I have more to offer the world than selling myself for other's enjoyment or ruination.
So, I am through with throwing out stuff. You are only as crazy as your secrets. So I am going to shed some light on to it. When I find it, I am going to put it on the kitchen counter, for all to see. Or, on the desk or where ever. If his mom sees it when she pops over, fair enough. Or the neighbors, or a client of his. You get the picture. No kids here, so what the heck? He will never know when or where his addiction will be revealed. Why should I be the only one nervous?
On Thursday morning, I guess he decided that I am a tad more versed in addictions then he. He called me at work, told me that HE called a councelor, talked of the issues with them. Took an on line test, am I addicted to P? He found a therapist that specializes in couples counceling and SX issues. His first appointment is Monday. I am taking a zero tolorance stance. Because i need to be true to me. I have lived my first 40 years with someone elses crap weighing me down. I am not going to let the enemy in the camp. I am not going to put my eggs in the basket of an addict. Instead, I will invest my eggs in me.
Thanks for listening, or reading as it were. Nice to vent.
































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