You may or may not remember my post a while back about my husband's porn addiction. I got quite an outpour of responses from either side of the fence. Those of you who have stood in my shoes were immensely helpful; those of you who disagreed with my views on porn but were still respectful provided beneficial perspective. Of course, there were a few disrespectful critics sprinkled in there who accused me of ‘driving my husband to porn' (thus offensively insinuating that all men lack self control) who were… NOT …helpful at all, to say the least.
My husband and I have struggled with his internet porn addiction for over a decade. We have seen counselors, some of which who have educated us on the devastating effects of porn addiction (I will not waste time convincing the critics that porn addiction is real and damaging, you can do the research yourself), to no avail. My husband's gusto for recovery always fizzles out quickly. As soon as the immediate cloud is lifted, he is right back to viewing. I have come to realize that the only thing that I can rely on is relapse.
The most recent counselor that we had been seeing (until scheduling conflicts a few weeks back) suggested a program to my husband called Celebrating Recovery. He seemed excited about the opportunity which gave me hope, but that was quickly dashed when I realized that he wasn't actually going to go. The pamphlet still sits on the floor of my car as a daily reminder of what my husband has failed to do for over ten years.
He swore porn would never be a presence in our lives again. He swore my trust could grow with the dawn of every day, because I would see that he was not looking at it any more. Yesterday, after work, I realized when I checked the internet history, that indeed this phantom mistress is still haunting me.
The lies, the secrecy, the promises for change… I have learned to trust none of it. We hardly are intimate anymore because he doesn't have a need to; he's already satisfied himself before I even get home from work. Furthering my anger, he is doing this at a time of day when he is supposed to be studying for school. He got laid off of his job last September and I told him just to go to school full time while I work so he can finish his degree. I'm paying his way (not to mention paying the babysitter to watch our kids) so that he can stay home and do with himself what he's supposed to be doing with me?
Call me a slow learner, but it has taken me over TEN YEARS to come to the realization that this will not go away. He obviously either cannot or will not stop (I think it's a combination of both). Because I know in my heart that I will never be OK with porn and all that is involved in that industry (like the promotion of human sex trafficking, among other seedy activities), if for no other reason, because I have two beautiful young daughters to raise, I am quite obviously forced to make a choice: Live with my husband and my phantom mistress; or leave, and be rid of ‘her' completely?
My question is less of a question and more of a reach for help: do you have any advice, wisdom, guidance or support? I need it; and I will take all that I can get.
Disclaimer I am not required nor obligated to justify my complete loathing for internet pornography to anybody except for my maker. Some women choose to turn a blind eye to their husbands' porn viewing. Some women choose to incorporate porn into their sex lives with their husbands in what is, for them, a healthy way. Some women even enjoy the occasional porn viewing. Those women (some of which are on this very forum) are not obligated to justify their choices in any way to me, so I would expect the same respect. Just as each of us is entitled to their opinions about issues such as abortion, welfare, etc., my opinion of pornography is just that- MY opinion. I am entitled to it. Please do not leave hateful messages accusing me of insecurity or sexual prudence.