When I was 17, I started dating a man (19) that told me he did not need porn that he had me. A year later we were packing his stuff to move in together when I came across a magazine. Again, he told me that it was old (and from the date on it, it was) and that he did not need it and forgot he even had it, “to just throw it away”. We were together for 5 years. After about four years we had a leak in our bathroom and I pulled the paper lining below the sink. How could I have missed the stack of magazines under my stuff? It was like this smutt exploded in my home. Soon after that, I found more magazine’s and movies folded in with his laundry. Then in my stuff. Under the carpet, where he pulled the carpet back in the corner. I even found movies in zip-lock bags in the back of the toilet in the tank. He went to every extent to hide it from me. I was in the middle of planning our wedding. We had a roommate earlier that moved his girlfriend in, the stripper informed my fiancé that she would make sure he was “taken care of” at his batchelor party, I moved out that night and I though things would be ok when he came with me. I later found out he was a regular at her club. Eventually, our fighting about pornography and me being against it turned physical. If I brought it up, I was forced to protect myself with my fists. My time after I got home from work, before he got home, consisted of searching our home for his porn. It consumed me, trying to protect myself from the betrayal. After a year of this, I left him. Heartbroken and shamed. I was in love with this man…GREATLY. After a year of us apart, he told me he admitted that he had an addiction and that he had been seeing a counselor. He realized the pain he brought me and we got back together. By this time, computers and the internet were more popular in every home. There were no more magazines or movies for me to worry about, instead I found what his computer contained and what he found on the web. I could no longer deal with the lies and deceit. I left. It took me 15 years to get over him. But I am still not over the porn. I have become a broken woman. I trust no one and have issues holding onto relationships as I push men away. I feel so betrayed. The things he said to me are unspeakable. He told me he would rather look at that, then be with me. He told me I had no idea what went on in the strip clubs so I could not judge them. That it was all innocent.
I am so sick of hearing “what’s the big deal”, “get over it, it’s everywhere and you can’t do anything about it”. I even went so far as to try, “If you cant beat ‘em, join ‘em.” At 25, I had a friend tell me that to get over things is to face them. We waited tables together in a restaurant and she talked me into waiting tables at a local strip club, I was determined to have a normal life. He was right, I did not know what went on there. It was much worse then I expected, I did not make it through a shift. I delivered a drink to the private room and the strippers mouth was not just talking.
Like I said before, the pain consumed me. I went into a dark, deep depression through those years and attempted suicide. God thought it was not my time. My family did me no wrong so I owed them to try to find a way through life. But I still cant deal with believing that I am just supposed to accept this. Do they, the men, care the pain involved? All because of porn.
I am 34 now, I met a wonderful man 10 months ago. I think I can finally fall in love again. We laugh, and have fun, we are open to each other about everything. I though things were great, I thought. The porn is here again. I see the same pattern happening all over again. He told me the same thing as what I heard at 17, it was his past and he does not need it because he had me. I did not think my heart could break anymore. The pain is immense. Maybe everyone is right, I have to find a way to accept it. I started going to a counselor a few weeks ago, maybe I could find a way to deal with it. I cant stand that it is even in the house. I do not trust him when he says that he is not looking at it and that it is just there. I went to my first appointment, upon me getting home, something made me turn on the saved programs on the OnDemand. OMG… there is was, he rented 2 videos, porn he said he did not know it was available and just wanted to see what it was. Really? Am I that dumb? And he knew I was going to the counselor because I could not deal with what he had and he is watching it while I am trying to deal with it. All this time he has been telling me he is not watching it. I continued to see the counselor, I wanted to see a light at the end of the tunnel. Maybe the pain could lessen. Then it hit me the words came out of her mouth…”Just get over it, its not a big deal” I thought I was going to throw up. I have not seen her since.
I am trying to get him to understand how bad it hurts. How it effects me. He says that I do not trust him and that it is my own insecurities. He tells me that there are plenty of women that like to watch it. I am hearing of all the women he has been with that did not have a problem with it. I tell him then go back to them. He wanted someone different, he got it! I do not want to leave him. I love him. He says that he loves me too. He wants to meet me half way that he does not have a problem with porn but is not willing to get rid of it. That he will take it out of the house and leave it at a friends, but not let me destroy it.
I am crumbling. I cant sleep. The circles under my eyes are getting darker. I am getting later and later for work every day. I cant stop crying. Even at work. I told my boss my Uncle was dying and that is why I am crying. How long can I keep that up? I am the one dying, I am dying inside. It hurts so bad. How do I find a way to deal with this? Am I just better off alone? Is there an end? Does the pain end? I want you men to read this. I want you to know the pain you cause. I cant put how bad it hurts in words. The betrayal, the deceit.
I have been writing this over a few days. I feel so alone and hurt. I have talked to friends and family and all but one agree porn is disgusting and hurtful, but it does not lessen the pain. I even found out my aunt divorced her husband over it but what can I do but leave. I don’t want to leave. And what of the next man. I can’t run forever.
I came home from work yesterday to be greeted on the steps with a bag containing 20 videos and a magazine, all porn. He told me he did not want to loose his best friend and that I could do what I wished with it. I do not feel that I have won. The betrayal has been done. I can’t help but wonder if he just gave me enough to shut me up. I can’t help but wonder if there is more hidden. My trust is gone. He fought so hard to keep them, I don’t know what changed his mind. He saw me crumbling. He told me that the reason he fought to keep them is just because, How dare I even ask for him to throw away one of his belongings and how dare I not trust him. I love this man and do not know what to do. I have to find a way to trust again and believe in him. I have not gotten over going to that counselor and I will not go back to that yet. Anyone have any suggestions as to reading material or suggestions that might help me? I am just waiting for the other shoe to drop but what if he is being honest with me and I will destroy this relationship more by not being able to forgive? Please tell me I am not forever lost?
































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