First of all, I am terrified. This is my first post. Been lurking and reading posts for over a month now, but only was a little suspicious I guess. I wasn't convinced something was wrong until a few days ago.
My story is pretty long, I guess, like most, but today I just want to share a very brief history and a recent incident and ask for help and feedback. I want to delve into this thing, but my gut tells me to do so slowly, a bit at a time....
I am a sexual abuse survivor. I feel like this colors all things intimate for me. So any "uncomfortable" feelings around my sex life with my SO I usually "blame" myself for. He is generally very supportive, although there are certain issues best handled by me and my counselor...they are too big for him to take on and I understand that.
I reconnected with my first love nine months ago and we have fallen deeply in love. He wants to marry me. I want to be with him forever, but marriage scares me. He loves me and wants to be with me and help me finish raising my three children, one with special needs. He is a truly GREAT guy and I adore him. And I am incredibly satisfied with our sex life--it is fun and intimate and loving, and he is the first man I have trusted to truly share my heart and body with, ever. I loved my first husband very much but was never able to give that part of myself to him.
I think that later I will back up and give you the full history of how my susupicions began, but for today a summary and then a single incident that haunts me.
We have talked a little about his P use and my comfort level with it. For several months I really didn't complain at all. He volunteered to remove all P from his home about two months ago. It was HIS idea; I had not complained at all. And he has said "once we are married there will be no room in my life for this stuff." I did not ask him to give up anything. I feel like since I am not ready to commit to him at the level he desires, I need to allow him his choices regarding P, and honestly it wasn't a huge deal at first....when I thought it was an occasional indulgence when he "misses" me.
Fast forward...I recently (a month ago?) started to care and become concerned and suspected he was using a lot more than i realized. Truly by accident I came across a website and his log-in info on his computer (and yes I too believe there are no accidents). I should have just closed the page, but no, I had to write down the info.
Fast forward again, I spent the night at his house Saturday night and when I left Sunday, something didn't feel right. We had been intimate that morning and I beleived in my heart we were both very pleased and satisfied emotionally and sexually. But he didn't seem to have a hard time telling me goodbye like he usually does (we live far apart and only see each other a couple of times a month) and something in my gut tingled a little.
As I mentioned, I have his log-in to one of his sites and I hate myself when I go "checking up on him," so I have only done it 2 times since I obtained this info. Hated myself both times. Well, I resisted and resisted, all day Sunday and most of Monday, and finally Monday afternoon I gave in and went and looked. I discovered that he had logged in ten minutes after I left his house Sunday, two hours after we had made love. During those two hours, I sat with him on his couch, cuddling, talking, listening to music, totally willing to make love again, or do pretty much anything sexual he wanted (he knows this--I have a lot of desire for him) but instead he ushered me out to go look at other women. My heart is broken. I am devastated. When we talked about his P use in the past, he said to me "You know....I dont get enough of you" with such love and longing in his voice. I beleived him. But, he had just had an entire night of love and connection with me. Like I have read so many times on your very brave posts....I feel like I am not enough.
I don't know when this thing crosses over from bad habit (what he calls it--not my words) to an addiction. And I do not live with him or even spend that much time in his home, so I don't know his habits well. Not even sure that I think occasional use is bad or wrong. But how I feel right now about myself and about us is definitely bad and wrong.
I don't know if I am ready to confront him and I am sure he would be enraged if he knew I was spying on him. I am pretty mad at myself. Feeling lost and hurt. Feeling like I never want to be naked in front of him again, which makes me very sad. I absolutely adore this man and know he feels the same about me. Any advice is welcome and appreciated. Thanks so much.
Butterflygirl
P.S. I read through the rules and tried to respect them with regard to language etc, but please advise/correct me if needed!
































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