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brgregmack
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I’ve been acting out in compulsive unchastity off and on since February after almost 2 yrs of abstinence. For the last year, I’ve been living with my mother, since she was the only one strong enough to get us out of an alcoholic home. Even without my unchaste behaviors, this living situation stopped working.
A couple hours ago, I was on my way to act out, thinking that my mother would be away for longer. As I was walking out she was getting back, saying that she had dropped out of what she was going to. To try and put it as accurately as possible, I lied about my original reason for going to my car, but did do what I told her. When I got back into the apartment, I knew that she knew that I was lying, so when push came to shove, I told her what I was going to do, but lied about the details… and about how long these behaviors have been going on.
… So I then went for a drive in order to try and make my plan work. It fell through (thank God), so when I got home, I told her that I went for a drive, contemplating whether or not to go ahead and act out and didn’t. In the course of a heated conversation about me moving out, my anger got the best of me and a quick quip about harming her that I didn’t mean slipped. She now doesn’t want me to even spend the night here.
I don’t know whether I’m just letting off steam trying to justify myself, or trying to sort everything out by typing away, but all I know right now is that I need your prayers.:crying:
A couple hours ago, I was on my way to act out, thinking that my mother would be away for longer. As I was walking out she was getting back, saying that she had dropped out of what she was going to. To try and put it as accurately as possible, I lied about my original reason for going to my car, but did do what I told her. When I got back into the apartment, I knew that she knew that I was lying, so when push came to shove, I told her what I was going to do, but lied about the details… and about how long these behaviors have been going on.
… So I then went for a drive in order to try and make my plan work. It fell through (thank God), so when I got home, I told her that I went for a drive, contemplating whether or not to go ahead and act out and didn’t. In the course of a heated conversation about me moving out, my anger got the best of me and a quick quip about harming her that I didn’t mean slipped. She now doesn’t want me to even spend the night here.
I don’t know whether I’m just letting off steam trying to justify myself, or trying to sort everything out by typing away, but all I know right now is that I need your prayers.:crying: