First, a big thank you to all. While awaiting my membership approval, I've been reading through post after post, with the incredibly reassuring realization that at last, I am not alone. This seemingly simple notion has given me more hope than I've had in some time.
That said, here's my story. I know there are commonalities in fact and theme with pretty much everyone's story here, but it is my hope that by actually stating mine, my recovery can truly begin.
I'm 40. Married to a beautiful woman. Two wonderful little children.
I was "caught" about three years ago. Why my wife didn't throw me out, I have no idea. It was a dark day indeed. Yet strangely not unexpected. I somehow knew I would slip up eventually, and had gotten to the point whenever she got on the computer, I would worry she would uncover something. Finally, she did. After that I was able to quit for a while, and while there were occasional moments of tenseness between us, we were basically so busy the matter dropped.
And I started again. Got better at hiding it. I got rid of a lot of my "stash", but not all. And inevitably, I got caught again last week. Strike two. I'm under no disillusion that this time she means it. Once more, and life as I know it is over and done. Only this time I realize I can't do it alone, and that's why I'm here, and grateful to be so.
The very next day (after a rough night), the stash was boxed up and tossed in the Dumpster. It's a start. This is Day 5 P free. Getting rid of the stash will help, but having relapsed before, I know this isn't going to be easy. So I thank you all in advance for your encouragement and support, and I hope that I can reciprocate in some way! I do plan on starting a journal as well, where I'm sure more of my struggles will emerge.
































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