Thank you tablefor9.
It’s been a very productive weekend with lots of communication. This thread has been especially helpful for me in understanding him. Thank you so much to all who contributed valuable information.
Like many of the former/recovering addicts who contributed said, I can now surmise that he was.
- In denial
- Not REALLY ready to stop, even though he acknowledged about four years ago that it was a honest to goodness, no kidding sin (he converted to 12 years ago).
- He did not want to admit the damage it was doing to me or to our marriage. He thought going to confession was enough to make it ‘right’.
- He was ashamed and did not want me to know that there was such a weakness in him.
I know the addicts here will understand that he felt all four of these reasons all at the same time. The truth is, he really wasn’t ready to think about it at all.
We have talked a lot, and we both accept that his addiction stems from deep emotional pain. We talked about some of his pain today. I am grateful for this. I want to be here for him. I really do.
Also, a huge help has been that I was prescribed an anti-depressant/anti-anxiety med. I have made it several days without sobbing and/or freaking out. Now that he acknowledges his problem, further outbursts from me do not help him. I was in such a state that I knew I needed calm down, or he would retreat into silence again. I do have a fire-y temper (especially when it comes to morality) and this whole thing really pushed me past the edge. Really and truly. Hopefully with counseling, I can go off the meds in a couple months. At least I’m eating and sleeping again.
I’m writing all this in hopes that it will help someone else, sometime now or in the future.
What a scourge on our society.
Tableof9, thank you very much for your ‘reality check’. It addressed a nagging feeling that I would not recognize before. I know that this is not just going to go away after a couple years of counseling, but I could not admit that to myself. And yes, I need time to grieve the life that I thought I had, but now do not. I need to grieve that my husband is battling a very serious problem, and probably always will. I wish I had been born hundreds of years ago when pornography did not exist.
God bless us, every one.