5/7/2011
I don't even know where to begin really. I will try to keep it brief... from the first occurrence to now.
I met my husband when I was 18. When I first met him I noticed some magazines in his room at his house.. but I figured it was nothing since he was a single guy. I told him then how it made me feel and I guess the first red flag.. was his response to me about that. He told me he didn't like being controlled, but he did get rid of them... or so I thought. Our sex life was always great. Now thinking back to those years I realize how well he covered his tracks and hid his collection from me.
We married in 1996 and we were pretty happy. I desperately wanted to have a baby so we started trying right away.. it took us 2 yrs to get pregnant. After I had our daughter it was those wonderful moments of having our first baby and being a family. Our sex life definitely wasn't the same as I was learning to be a new mom and recovering from giving birth. When our daughter was very young I discovered my husband using porn late at night. I then found out he had a huge collection and stash he kept in the attic. That was when I realized this was much more than I could handle. I left that night took the baby and stayed with my sister for 3 days. My husband promised he would stop.. told me he was even embarrassed of it and felt he had a problem... We went to therapy but for some reason we stopped. I'm having a hard time remembering why. I think we only saw a marriage counselor at that point so his "problem" was never really addressed. As our marriage went on.. I really did believe he stopped. I didn't see any glaring signs or indications for a while.
Then, my husband took a new job and we moved and bought a new home.. I felt like a we could have a new start and I was so glad to leave behind the memories in that old house. Shortly after we moved into our new house I found out I was also pregnant with my son. It wasn't long before I started noticing him flipping the channels fast on the t.v. if I would walk in the living room late at night. We had basic cable but some of the channels had some soft-porn stuff on them. I knew this because I was always aware of what was playing on the t.v. So... even though I couldn't prove it I knew what he was watching. I caught him doing this several more times off and on over the next couple years but he would always flip the channel or turn it off..
One day I came home earlier than expected and found him looking at porn on the computer in our bedroom while our children were in the living room. I lost it... the fact that he would do it with them right there in the house. They could have walked in at any time. I threatened to leave but living so far away from any family.. I had nowhere to go except a hotel... and I never forced him to leave. He managed to convince me yet again... and held me crying and begging me to stay... how much he loved me. I think these are the reasons I never left him for good... I could see his pain and hurt for the pain and hurt he caused me. I KNOW he really loves me... so this must have been the reasons I've always stayed like I do.
Several more years go by... now I'm pregnant with our 3rd child... our daughter. For the last 2 years I honestly thought he wasn't viewing ANY porn. I felt happier and (this is the real kicker to this time) I actually even felt like I was FINALLY able to forgive him for all the past years and slip ups. I felt like I was falling in love with him all over again.
Then it happened last week.... even though I checked the computer religiously just like I have for years.. I somehow missed the previous 2 years worth of files. I walked in to ask for something when he thought i was asleep and saw a screen full of porn.. he quickly turned it off and wouldn't even look at me... he just sat there staring ahead. He had been drinking a lot this night. I really lost it this time... I was SO blind-sided. I actually slapped him across his face and I've never done that before. I pounded on his chest, I screamed and cried... this time HE WAS LEAVING... not me... I forced him out the front door, threw his hat and shoes out after him. Well he was too drunk to drive so he stayed out in his car. He kept coming in to try to talk to me... I finally went to bed in utter exhaustion took the kids in our room with me and locked the door. I found out in the morning he snuck back in and slept on the couch.
The next day of course the same thing would happen... he cried and cried telling me he was soo sorry and that he had re-lapsed and he said he just got too drunk. I laid in bed all day that day crying off and on. He kept trying to talk to me and begged me to let him stay and he would get help. All he wanted to do was hold me... and I was sooo distraught all I wanted was for him to hold me too even though I tried and tried to push him away. I finally gave in.. and of course we had sex. In the early years.. I was sooo completely repulsed and actually hated him... I would not have sex for weeks. Then, as the years went by I gave in more and more. I don't know if it's his way of manipulating me or what but he always has a way of doing this to me, and next thing I know he's back in my bed. Now, I'm feeling so old, and fat and ugly... I'm desperate to have him want me more than the porn. I don't understand why I'm still here... I don't understand why I want sex so badly from him after he does this to me. I think it's because I feel so unwanted.
He has his first therapy appt. this Tuesday with a therapist who is supposed to have experience with sexual type addictions. So we will see.
My problem is I just don't feel like I can go on like this anymore. We been around this circle so many times before and it just seems like it will be never ending. I'm getting older... I don't have the young body anymore and I CAN'T and WON'T accept that his looking at porn didn't have anything to do with me... I have always been very active in the bedroom... our sex life has always been good by most anyone's standards. I can't stand to even look at myself anymore... all I see is a disgusting, stretched out, sagging body... how could he POSSIBLY be attracted to that after filling his mind with all of those images of perfection. He's almost 50.. why does he still need this... WHY AM I NOT ENOUGH?
My own body image is ruined.. My confidence is gone. My trust in him is gone. I am exhausted from the years and years of constantly checking up on his every action.
The only reason I feel I have stayed the last few times is because I had young children and not really anywhere to go... I didn't want to be alone. I wanted to stay at home with my children. I didn't want them in a daycare. So, I thought I would just have to ride it out till the kids got older.
Then over the last few years... I just feel like I love him more than I did the first few times. I don't want to leave him... but my fear is that's not really my love talking it's a co-dependency and also enabling. I don't even know anymore. All I know is there is something REALLY wrong with me for staying. I'm scared and I don't know what to do.
On the whole... we have a really happy family life. I think can I give them that life if I left him? My kids would suffer having to go through a divorce. I would have to work instead of staying home with them (my youngest is 2) On the other hand.. I am not the real me. I've lost my zest for life. I'm depressed my anxiety has gotten horribly worse to the point I have insomnia. I don't enjoy being a mother like I should. I am avoiding any social life for myself.. i'm becoming more withdrawn. I even quit my passion and business that I worked my whole life to build. I HATE being me right now.
































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