Guilt… Overwhelming guilt… That’s what I feel right now… I feel guilty that I have been allowing Non-P, but still sexually charged videos to creep back into my life.. Guilt that the more stress I feel, the more I feel a need to give in.. The more I feel that need, the more I want to look at nasty things.. The more I want to look, the more tempted I become. The more tempted I become, the more distressed I become in the thought that I don’t think I can resist. The more distressed I get, the more I teeter on the edge. I just want the demons to leave me alone.. I pray for strength, but in vain, because the more I pray, the more desperate I get, and the more desperate I get, the further I fall into this cycle of unending torment… I can see only one way to remove this torment from my mind… I give in.
Now I feel nasty.. I feel like a traitor to myself, my wife, and most importantly, God. Although at the moment, I was only thinking of my love, I feel dirty and used because of the road I took to get there… I saw P today.. I actually partook of that forbidden, destructive and poisonous fruit… I was not able to shield my conscience and my eyes from it.. It was just a few seconds, but in that brief moment, in the icy grip of the demon, I knew without a doubt that I had started to consume that which can only lead toward my ruin. The only thing I could do in my despair is pretend like it didn’t hurt, and get ready for work. I took my pastor’s challenge too late by shutting the computer down…
I hate that I feel like I must look at every woman who walks by wearing tight clothes. The demon pleads in me, to try and gain acceptance. It wants me to urge my true love to be okay with it, so long as it doesn’t come between us.. Maybe even to allow it to “enhance our intimacy”… Still, I know that can never be… That would always hurt her, and to suggest falling into this vice with her by my side is stupid, depraved, and unrealistic… God, I love my wife, with all my heart, so why is it I am so easily tempted? Even in the midst of praying or reading my Bible, the temptations come. I cower. I feel sick when I start living the secret life.. I feel so drained to go toward home after work.. Especially if my wife isn’t home yet, I feel like I am walking into a prison filled with torment and temptation.. The evenings have been okay for me lately, but I fear that could begin to change, especially now that I have slipped further toward the pit again…
I worry, as I still need to use the computer and the Internet.. I worry that shutting down the computer may not enough.. All one needs to do is turn on TV and look for infomercials for the latest butt-blaster, or fitness program… When did everyday things become pornography to me? I can’t seem to leave the house without being bombarded by women wearing clothing that entices me… I will fight it for a while, and not look.. And when I avert my eyes, I soon wish I had looked, and soon enough, I am turning my head and gawking at every opportunity again.. I can’t simply ignore them, because I am always keenly aware of their presence, hoping that the situation will pass before the temptation gets the better of me.. Even when I do avert my eyes from the ads on TV or from women passing by, I am fully aware of exactly why I am sending my eyes in other directions… It’s still on my mind seemingly without any will to ignore it… I recognize the temptation is there, but still it taunts me..
So what is a man to do? It seems like it might be so much easier to just find a comfortable middle ground, but my pain keeps me from settling there. Guilt for what I have been doing keeps me from settling into an attitude of “don’t ask, don’t tell.” It boggles my mind that I actually know other men who are completely content with that very mindset.. The mindset of “what the missus doesn’t know doesn’t hurt her”. How can there be people who are so jaded? When I have been in the throws of desperation before, a friend asked me why I am sabotaging myself by revealing all? It’s because I want no secrets.. True love is the greatest gift, and knowing that my wife knows all about me, and that she still loves me despite all that I am, always sharing in my victories, and also feeling when I am in pain; that is what I strive for! I can’t imagine love without that.. Still, I know that when I slip, it hurts her terribly… and I can’t just keep letting her down, time and time again..
I never wanted to be caught, and so I ousted myself. Now, here I am again, finding myself starting to sugar coat the truth.. As much as I want to be open an honest, I know it still serves no purpose to continually drag my wife down with my garbage... Apparently talking to my pastor about it isn’t enough… He has no idea what the pull is like, because he’s never been there.. When someone has never been in the throws of addiction themselves, there’s no way they could understand.. He tells me that I am doing all the right things, but I don’t feel like I am, because I keep eventually ending up right back in the mud… As of right now, I have one foot in, but I am determined to walk away and leave that ferocious pit behind me before I fall all the way back in again. So that is why I am here today writing this blog.
Today, I vow to get back on the wagon, forgive myself, and start living my life again. Is it over? Will the journey be a piece of cake from this point forward? I expect not. It will be a difficult and sometimes painful journey, but I want to make it. I NEED TO! I have to get to the point where the hatred I feel for this addiction outweighs the temporary guilty pleasure that it gives. I don’t want to be at war with this – I want to be able to forget about it and move on with my life, but it’s just not that simple… All I can do is take it one day at a time, deal with it one temptation at a time, to forgive myself for slipping, and to not let it get the better of me again.
Thanks for reading, and God Bless.
































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