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This is my first visit here. I’m so ashamed of myself that I don’t feel I can talk to anyone, so here I am, hiding behind anonymity and asking you to talk me out of a very bad idea.
I need help with a terrible temptation I’m facing. I have always been so judgemental of people who are severely tempted to sexual immorality - probably because it never happened to me. Before.
So the reason I’m here is not because I’m a Catholic - I’m a protestant - but because he is. He’s married. With three children. I’m separated, my athiest husband having left me nearly four years ago. I have three kids.
I have been strong for four years. I have not been lonely. I have leaned on my friends, my church, my God. He has upheld me. I also became good friends with my neighbor, Anne, and we talk about everything, all our struggles.
And quickly you’ll see where this is going. There is nothing new under the sun. Anne’s husband, Jack, is a very kind and helpful handyman. He repairs lots of things, computers, etc. I never, ever found him attractive, and was glad I didn’t, because I could see how quickly that could lead to a very bad situation.
And then, about a week ago, it hit me. It descended on me like a bad stomach virus. out of nowhere. I hadn’t even seen him aside from the evening I was over at their house having tea in the kitchen with Anne - I haven’t so much as spoken with him in weeks. I don’t know what happened, but I cannot stop thinking about him. I almost feel as if God deliberately sent me this temptation to teach me humility, to show me how easy it is for people to fall into this kind of sin.
I am in a very, very weak place. It would not take much to push me over the edge. Yesterday evening he came over to help me set up some new computer stuff. It took a long time and we didn’t even get it all finished. There was a foreign-region dvd I wanted to play - an old 1946 film - and he helped me get that playing. We wound up watching the whole thing together, at the kitchen table.
I tried my very hardest to not let on in any way that he’d been occupying my thoughts for the last week. But he put his arm around me, and there it stayed, on my hip, until the end of the film.
At the risk of sounding like a cheap novel, I’ll just say that started me burning with lust. Burning. I’m ashamed of myself. I’m not strong enough to fight this. I want to tell Anne in order to make sure nothing more happens, but I also don’t want to hurt her. I’m ashamed to admit to Jack that I’m burning with desire for him. He hates my husband for cheating on me and leaving me - how would he hate me for even thinking about crossing the line with him? Or maybe he’s the one who crossed the line. Maybe we both did already.
He’s coming over again tonight to finish the computer things. I suppose I should just call him and tell him not to, right? But I want my computer working, and I want more than anything to be in the same room with him.
Help me. Please don’t just condemn me - I need to know how to fight this.
I need help with a terrible temptation I’m facing. I have always been so judgemental of people who are severely tempted to sexual immorality - probably because it never happened to me. Before.
So the reason I’m here is not because I’m a Catholic - I’m a protestant - but because he is. He’s married. With three children. I’m separated, my athiest husband having left me nearly four years ago. I have three kids.
I have been strong for four years. I have not been lonely. I have leaned on my friends, my church, my God. He has upheld me. I also became good friends with my neighbor, Anne, and we talk about everything, all our struggles.
And quickly you’ll see where this is going. There is nothing new under the sun. Anne’s husband, Jack, is a very kind and helpful handyman. He repairs lots of things, computers, etc. I never, ever found him attractive, and was glad I didn’t, because I could see how quickly that could lead to a very bad situation.
And then, about a week ago, it hit me. It descended on me like a bad stomach virus. out of nowhere. I hadn’t even seen him aside from the evening I was over at their house having tea in the kitchen with Anne - I haven’t so much as spoken with him in weeks. I don’t know what happened, but I cannot stop thinking about him. I almost feel as if God deliberately sent me this temptation to teach me humility, to show me how easy it is for people to fall into this kind of sin.
I am in a very, very weak place. It would not take much to push me over the edge. Yesterday evening he came over to help me set up some new computer stuff. It took a long time and we didn’t even get it all finished. There was a foreign-region dvd I wanted to play - an old 1946 film - and he helped me get that playing. We wound up watching the whole thing together, at the kitchen table.
I tried my very hardest to not let on in any way that he’d been occupying my thoughts for the last week. But he put his arm around me, and there it stayed, on my hip, until the end of the film.
At the risk of sounding like a cheap novel, I’ll just say that started me burning with lust. Burning. I’m ashamed of myself. I’m not strong enough to fight this. I want to tell Anne in order to make sure nothing more happens, but I also don’t want to hurt her. I’m ashamed to admit to Jack that I’m burning with desire for him. He hates my husband for cheating on me and leaving me - how would he hate me for even thinking about crossing the line with him? Or maybe he’s the one who crossed the line. Maybe we both did already.
He’s coming over again tonight to finish the computer things. I suppose I should just call him and tell him not to, right? But I want my computer working, and I want more than anything to be in the same room with him.
Help me. Please don’t just condemn me - I need to know how to fight this.