It is now 3:00am Day 5 of my journey to find a new reality in my life. I have probably slept about 8 hours in that time. Here I am in the middle of the night, on the computer, writing in a journal on a website for p addicts. If you had told me that I would be doing that a week ago I would have told you that you were crazy.
I have read a couple of these journals so far and found them truly inspiring and so I thought I would start my own. I know I am going to need the help and wisdom of those who are further along the path that I am now treading and I hope that I can find that here.
I have posted my story in the new members area and so I wont repeat it here. I am sure it is not anything exceptional but to me now the guilt and remorse and shame of it consumes my entire existence. I know I will never use p again, I will never mb again, I will never sexchat with web whores again, I will never do any of that poisonous stuff but that is not enough. It is a start I suppose but it is not enough.
I can deal, I think, with what p and mb did to me. I hate it for it, how it robbed me of my character, my time, my being a productive person, my dignity, and how it has left me a shell of a man. It will take time but the fact that I know I will never ever use again has given me the strength to go on in these past few days.
What I cant deal with is how I have systematically destroyed the most important relationship in my life. I have inflicted so much damage and pain on my wife that I can barely even think about it without breaking down completely. How can we ever be whole again, how can we ever have a trusting, loving relationship. How can the honesty that I desperately crave now and have been trying to provide really help when every time we talk out comes more of the sordid filthy lies and secrets of the past. I have told her many times that I would be nowhere without her and it is totally true, but what have I done in return. Lied, lied and lied again. Cheated, cheated, and cheated again. I want to make it whole but I know there is nothing I can do that will achieve that.
We went to a baseball game last night. Just the two of us. It was a good game, the Twins won (yeah!) and we enjoyed it. But I feel the weight of 'the truth' hanging now on our every word and around the corner of every conversation. I still have this terrible thought that she is simply numb and in shock at the extent of my problem and that when clarity of thought returns I will come home from work to find her gone.......the fear of that grips me and turns my stomach into knots.
I dont think I can write any more now. I will try and get a little sleep. Thanks in advance for reading this.
































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