Day 3

Day 1, I found out my life was not what I thought it was. My husband confessed longterm betrayal, a pornography addiction that started soon after we got married 3 years ago.
Day 2, Shock/Anger/Sadness/Humiliation/Research
Day 3, I am told that if we are to stay together, we must build a brand new relationship. There is nothing to build on. Our old relationship was propped up by daily lies, but was rotten to the core, an ugly old Hollywood storefront prop. The confession didn't break us, it just tapped the wall and made it crash down.

Since porn addiction covers a lack of sharing, intimacy and vulnerability from the addict, and demands a steady, healthy serving of lies, I don't really know the man next to me. He is a stranger. In some ways, I am a stranger to him. Two spouses, a new relationship. We are arranging our next marriage, to each other. We have to choose each other again.

I want to document this process, have an outlet so I don't drown in all the feelings, and hopefully a place to notice little bits of progress, tiny rays of bright hope to cling to.

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