Hello everyone. I've been reading everyone's stories for awhile now and decided to post my own. I opogize,, it will be a long one..
I met my husband 13 years ago. The man of my dreams. He rode in on his white horse and rescued me from single motherhood. I had a 4 year old and a 3 month old. He was everything I wanted in a man. I was only 22 at the time and he was getting ready to turn 30. He seemed so well put together and so right for me and my boys. Boy,,, was I wrong.
He moved me 350 miles away from my family to move to his state after 3 months of dating long distance. I knew I was in love with him so I took the chance. If I could go back,, I would.
I discovered he had an addiction about 1 year into the relationship. At the time, I had a very high libido and didn't mind that I found a magazine here and there and VHS tapes once in awhile. As time went on,, I started to see more pop up. He would hide stuff in the basement drop ceilings of our condo. Magazines, tapes, pictures of old girlfriends (disgusting ones), money, bank statements, ect. I was a waitress back then at a local bar and worked weekends, leaving him with the two boys. I would notice when I got home at 2 in the morning, there was evidence of him doing his thing. (towels) He would get desperate and ask me to run the gas station for him, or run to the store, or go return a movie. Just to get me out of the house.
During all of this,, I started to obsess on my appearance. I started taking diet pills, dropped 30 lbs, and became anorexic for about 2 years. I decided I needed to get breast implants 4 years ago because I wanted to look like the girls in the movies. Now, I'm a total gym junkie always striving to look the best I can and it has consumed me. I've been on diet pills for 8 years and hooked. I can't get off them, I've tried. I don't take them to lose weight. I have to have them or I feel like crud. All of this because of the damage he's done to my self esteem.
We've been separted 7 times over the past 13 years. I have left him 3 times because of this addiction. All 3 times, he promised to get help and never does. Remember I said he moved me to his state 350 miles away? Well, imagine the money I have spent in Uhauls, gas, apartment deposits, ect. just so I could have the support of my family.
Two years ago, I started to notice towels under his truck seat with dried s*men on them. How disgusting is that? He was MB on his way home from work. He never went to work without his portable dvd player. Now what electrician has time to watch movies on the job?? Gimme a break!
Last April, I had enough and called my parents to come with a Uhaul one last time. We had been together for 4.5 years and in the meantime had a little boy together. This was our longest spurt together. I decided I needed to leave and start over. I loaded the Uhaul with everything in the house in 6 hours, took the 3 boys and left. After 4 months of struggling on 9 bucks an hour with 3 kids,, I gave in. I didn't know what to do. It was either move back with him, or we were going to be homeless. I spoke with him about the problem and he once again convinced me that he realized he had problems and promised to get help.
When I returned, I found out he was on a website where locals meet for sex. I logged in to his account and found emails from a woman 30 minutes away explaining in detail what they had did for others to read and said this man could F**k like the devil. She had a body to die for and extremely attactive. Of course it made me feel horrible and my self esteem once again took a nose dive. He still to this day after 9 months of being back denies ever seeing her.
A month ago, I started to see porn hidden again. I blew my top! It was so bad I threw my clothes in my car and threatened to walk away from him and my boys. I love my children dearly, but the rage was out of control. Then it led to me threatening suicide. I just simply couldn't take it anymore. After 6 days of non stop fighting he came to me and opologized. It was sincere and heartfelt. He admitted he was wrong and was sorry for hurting me. It was a stupid mistake.
Yesterday I returned from a 2 day trip to my home town. I went down there to sign a lease on a house for us. Due to him being laid off for 6 months, we have to relocate so he can find work. When I returned home, he was gone fishing with 2 of our boys. I immediately went to the dvd player in the bedroom. My gut was telling me something. I was right. Teen A*n*l was in there, plus another laying on the dresser. I was outraged. After the fit I threw a month ago and threatening to leave, take my own life, ect. He had the nerve to do it again? He can't care about me. There's just no way.
He is gone for the day and I'm sitting here depressed, raging, ect. I wish I could leave and just start over, but I can't. I've been a stay at home mom for many years. How would I ever make it? I'm stuck. I love him, but this addiction makes me hate him. I don't understand why has he has this problem. Our sex life is great. It can be mindblowing. Why is he not happy with just me? It always seems to be Teen something that he watches.
To top it all off, my 17 year old son has developed the same problem.
It's evil, I hate it.
Please help. Any advice for me?
































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