I met my boyfriend on a dating website. The moment I saw his picture I felt something, a pull. I wanted to meet him as soon as possible and when I saw him in person for the first time I knew I had to have him. What followed was the most perfect courtship, we went on dates to galleries, movies, dinners. He wined and dined me, we talked about our aspirations and shared a bond in our international and Christian upbringings. It wasn't until at least 10 dates had passed that we first made love and it was ecstasy. Having been in 4 intense and destructive relationships in the past, it had taken nearly 2 years for me to build up my strength, confidence and ability to enjoy life again, but he was worth it.
We talked about everything and anything, held hands and cuddled so affectionately, no matter who might have been watching. He treated me with respect and really listened. As the days, seconds went on, I fell more deeply in love with him and truly believed he was a gift to me, from God. How could anybody be so perfect, so ideal?
We were in his bed, falling asleep in the darkness, when he first whispered that he loved me. My whole body and mind went numb. I had never felt such a strong love for anyone before, it felt so real. We met each others families, I was going to meet his mother in May for the first time and had already bought a most beautiful red dress for the occasion. He told me I would be a wonderful mother, that he so wanted a committed marriage like his parents had, that we could maybe live in Paris together one day.
I really believed this is the man who would be the father to my children.
Four days ago, my world crumbled. He confessed a porn, sex and prostitute addiction. He admitted his fetish, for the past 12 years, was ************, and that he had such strong desires and fantasies for them that he had paid for sex on at least 4 occasions. He also frequented strip clubs and special massage parlours.
All those times he had been busy staying late at work, that he hadn't picked up his phone for a few hours. Had he been indulging these urges? Had he cheated on me? I had felt on 2 occasions, very strongly, that something bad was happening. He admitted that he would spend up to 5 hours at a time on this obsession. Where was I when this was all happening? Where were his thoughts in consideration of my feelings? He was aware that I have a long history of depression (bulimia and self harm have been recurrent, even in my adult life) for which I have been on medication. He knew, because I had told him, that I couldn't handle lies or heartbreak, that I was especially vulnerable and fragile. I told him that I couldn't ever be with someone who was sexually indulgent in any way, as my father had been addicted to Asian women, strip clubs and prostitutes, and I couldn't bear to have a relationship with any man who was similar.
Each piece of heart wrenching information came out, but so slowly. Each time I would hear a new revelation, he would promise me and swear to me that it was the extent, that I "knew everything", that I knew his "darkest secrets". A few hours later it would be something else. I learned that although he had a sexual health checkup, when we had unprotected sex (once we were in a "committed relationship") for the first time, he hadn't been 100% sure of his sexual health status. He had put me at risk. At this moment in time, he maintains that I know everything, but I'm not sure I could ever trust him again, especially after hearing him swear what was a lie on the lives of his parents.
Was all this behaviour, deception, just part of an illness? Or was it because he really didn't care for me? As each minute passes by I am no longer falling deeper in love, but instead remembering all of the times when things didn't seem quite right. Acknowledging the lies.
After the first revelations came, he begged for me back. He said that he would do anything. I watched his face as he pleaded and saw no true desire. That night he let me walk out and didn't make any attempt to get me back. I sobbed so hard that I couldn't breathe or see, that I could feel pain in my chest. I couldn't help but to call him later that night and cry to him. I so relied on this person now. How could he have done this?
On Tuesday he broke down and seemed to have realised the depth of his illness. I spoked to him whilst he was crying in his work bathroom. I told him to leave work, say he was ill, and come to see me. I then made him a promise that I would stick by him throughout this process and aside from yesterday, I have spent every second of the day with him, making him appointments with my Priest and a therapist, taking him on walks, listening to all the gruesome details of his problem. I've felt in a daze. I've felt anger, sadness, confusion, very short bursts of hope and happiness followed by emptiness, moments when I've felt "normal" only to come back to reality and feel it all over again.
How am I going to cope with the deception? I no longer feel wanted, loveable or worthy of anything. I feel uncomfortable and pathetic in my body, I never really satisfied him, not like those images. I was missing something so important that those girls had. What had I been to him? Had he been using me to cover up, to try to be normal? He admitted to me a few days ago that he had never really wanted all those things I had wanted. He had allowed me to entertain the idea of marriage and children, of our being soulmates, of "forever". He never once stopped me, and on occasion he even prompted these hopes. How could he?
Right now it is 4 am. I had an anxiety attack earlier today. I have been up all night, obsessed with this. Initially I was reading articles on recovery, on the causes and treatments for PA. It then lead to wanting to see pictures of these people, to understand. Then I felt I had to find out which prostitutes he slept with. I then discovered even more email addresses (at least 5) and also his activity on at least 6 different Shemale forums. I felt desperate to see these images, and so confused. I am left feeling empty and confused, wondering why I have deserved this all.
I hope this post hasn't seemed overdramatic or indulgent. I needed to let it out.
Edit: 5 minutes later and I am struck with guilt and ashamed at how selfish my post came across. I do have the best intentions for my partner's recovery, I just feel so betrayed and confused right now.
Update: My partner has just texted me, after I emailed him explaining that I feel like I've been nothing more than a stepping stone for him. In his response he said he couldn't lose me, not now when he is finally starting to appreciate the "true love" that we have, the love he couldn't accept within his addiction. I am so frightened that this is manipulation, that he is offering me the one thing he knows I have yearned for. Or is it real?
































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