Hello all I am new to this forum but not new to PA.
My husband and I married young. I was 18 and he was 24. I was very inexperienced so when his P use first fell on my lap I did not take it well. At all. The weird thing is my ex had some playboys and it didn't bother me. I knew he wasn't reading just the articles either (though they were pretty interesting). For some reason though my husband's use cut deep. Maybe because I was his wife? Or because I didn't look the greatest after having his son? Or maybe it was because I always felt inadequate compared to him and his friends considering how much younger I am and it threatened me.
See, my husband is a big computer nerd. At the time I barely knew how to start it up. I wonder if he purposefully loaded Linux on the thing because he knew I would be helpless and he wouldn't help me with it. I learned a lot faster than he thought though! Of course it was hidden there. In plain sight too because he figured I was too stupid to ever find it.
I'm sure many if not all the readers here know that lump in my throat at the first picture. The growing pit in my stomach after each click. Click Click Click. It never ended. I'm by no means a delicate flower but something about this made me run to the bathroom and revisit my dinner in reverse. I cleaned up and stupidly went right back to clicking. I guess it's like a train wreck. You really don't want to see it but you have to keep looking to make sure you're really seeing what you're seeing. What struck me is how none of these girls were his "type". He said I was his type. Pale, glasses, nerdy, etc. All these women were not only gorgeous but tan, athletic, blonde... you get the picture. Everything I wasn't and could never be. This... This part was the knife in the back though. There were pictures of my friends and his female friends in the folder. All clothed and normal looking pictures but why would they be there? Not a single one of me. Not even the racy pictures he insisted on taking. It was like I didn't exist. But my friend Sarah sure did!
He rationalized and I cried. We fought hard and I forbade him from ever looking at the stuff again. He got better at hiding and I got better at finding. He was cursing the Linux support forums. I knew that box better than he did after a while. I did some crazy stuff. I printed out some pictures and hid them in my sock drawer. Every morning I would look at it and say "no food until I look like this". I started drinking heavily. I secluded myself from my friends. I was already prone to depression but P pushed me over the edge. I felt crazy and I felt like everyone KNEW I was crazy. I was too ashamed to go outside and staying inside just made me think obsessively about it. It weighed on me like a rock and there was literally no one I could talk to.
There was a lot of bad times in those few following years. I came out sober (and 100lbs heavier). I snapped somewhere along the line and stopped telling myself what I wasn't but what I am. I'm smart. I'm funny. I'm a dork and it's ok. I told myself all this and somewhere I started believing it. I laugh now that at my heaviest and worst dressed I feel better about myself than when I was a well dressed size 6. I'm beautiful and people like me. I like me.
The thing though is the more I respect myself the less I respect him. I don't hate him anymore. I still love him, I think. I'm comfortable with him and I'm comfortable being his friend. During my transformation from a slug into a human being all I asked was that he got himself in order. Stop being undependable. Stop being lazy. If you're still looking at P in the end I don't care. Just help the marriage along and we'll get along. That failed and he finally broke down and admitted he had a problem. I then asked if he would just come clean when he looked at it again, or in the very least not lie when I asked. I rarely asked because by this point I was too happy to want to bring that up again. I found it on my computer again on St. Patrick's Day. Oddly I barely said anything other than "I found your stash". He was the one to make a big deal of it. He drank and cried and said he wanted to die. I rolled my eyes and went back to talking to my mom on facebook. I was done dealing with it then. The only thought that went through my head was "I deserve better than this".
I did tell him that he disgusted me when he sobered up. This isn't how a man at 32 should be acting. It wasn't even the P anymore, it was how it rotted his brain and infected his life. He's pathetic and when I find the stuff it's all I can do just to keep from spitting on him when he walks through the door. I wasn't angry anymore. I didn't scream or cry or ask WHY NOT ME?! It finally sunk it that it WASN'T me. He swore THIS time he wouldn't hide it again.
Of course that was a lie. Would I be here if it wasn't? 2 weeks ago I saw a trace of it on his computer. He frequents a board that serves all sorts of interests and one sub forum is for P. Although he erased almost all traces I found links back to the images and recognized the image naming scheme. I knew what he was doing. He could deny it if he wanted to and say it was another sub forum but the hiding, deleting, distance from me, etc told me what was up. We've been on this ride too long for me to not know the cues. I let it go but curiosity was killing me. I wanted to see what he'd do if I called him out on it so I did. He stammered and repeated my questions back to me. I pressed further and he said he didn't remember so I dropped it. Same old habits, same old excuses.
It hit me today that I would rather him physically cheat on me. At least he'd put the effort in with someone. He's so selfish and consumed by P that no one is worth the effort anymore. He works, is good to his kids and even kisses me when he comes home. But at the same time he has that same 1000 yard stare that my junkie sister has. He's empty inside. It makes me sad for him. P is no longer cheating to me. It's something so much more sad, pathetic and hurtful that we have yet to coin a term for. I thought we'd come out of this on top. Stronger than ever. I guess that doesn't happen for everyone.
































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