By: Compulsion Solutions for YourTango.
She was disgusted. I was ashamed. But I got the help I needed and now it’s all good.
Like many men, I thought I was keeping my pornography sexual addiction a dirty little secret.
But no matter how clever I thought I was, my wife started picking up on signs: how I seemed checked out in our relationship, how I frequently had trouble “finishing” during sex, and how we had become like roommates despite being married for many years.
I didn’t think of myself as a sex addict, and I definitely didn’t think I needed pornography addiction help. But when my wife discovered that I was looking at a lot of porn, and had been doing so through years of our relationship, my marriage was at the edge of a cliff — and about to be shoved to its death.
Her disgust and my shame.
The truth is that my wife was totally disgusted that I was using porn — and with me. I felt the shame of her disgust as well as the shame of being unable to stop my behaviour. Backed into a corner, I reluctantly realised that I had a major life choice to make: porn or my marriage.
If it’s not already obvious, the truth is that when porn invades a marriage — not unlike a terrorist intent on blowing up the relationship — there’s a major disruption, diversion, and disconnect, physically, emotionally, and spiritually. The only solution is porn addiction therapy.
I wouldn’t trust me either.
As soon as my wife learned the truth about my porn use, the trust that we had built up over years and years was gone, instantly, like — to use this metaphor again — a terrorist detonating a suicide vest in the middle of a crowded market.