Trustandnewbeginnings
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Warning: VERY ANGRY RANT AHEAD
Things have been going well, we're just over three weeks into my husband's reboot. The day before yesterday he admits to me he had an urge to m earlier in the day and while disappointed, I am actually really happy that he told me. 98% of my trust issues with him are not from actually watching porn, but the lies and lies by omission, so I felt this was a huge step.
Last night he comes home from work but something seems "off" at some point. I can't put my finger on it, just feel that nasty feeling in the pit of my stomach and the static/shattered feeling in my body. I try to brush it off, but don't get the courage to ask him how the reboot part of his day went until we are finally in bed. He first says he had a good day for the most part, then that long pause. Finally he says he saw an article about an actress you'd never believe was topless (complete click bait garbage!). And he clicked on it. He proceeded to read the article and found himself wanting to google the pictures, but stopped. I'm glad he stopped, and I'm glad he told me; and I tell him all this. I don't want him to clam up and fall back down. He also mentions that he's been getting up later in the mornings to go to work to take away that time he usually used to PMO, which I tell him is a great idea. But that nagging feeling still wasn't settled after this. We talk a bit more, have a decent conversation about morality and how we each feel about people who cheat on their partners, and eventually fall asleep.
This morning I wake up as he is gets out of bed and blow him a kiss to let him know I'm awake. He leans over and kisses me, then heads downstairs. I try to fall back to sleep, but a few minutes later I have to really use the bathroom so I go downstairs. I find him on the couch, curled up under a blanket. If he's taken away his extra time then surely he shouldn't be curled up under a blanket taking a nap! I pee, come back to the living room and confront him. He says he does get up later...blah, blah, blah, and that he isn't doing that (PMO) in the morning. Honey, actions speak louder than words, especially when your word is absolute shit. I had finally started to not necessarily trust what he is saying, but not instantly take his word as a lie. After finding him down there with time to spare after telling me he had just gotten rid of that extra time, well, his word is shot to hell again.
I go back upstairs and look at his home cell phone (he has two because his job won't allow him to have a camera phone and he feels entitled to have a camera while off of work, fine, it's 2016, I get it) and look at his alarms. Still has the old alarm times in his phone and doesn't use the weekly setting so there is no telling what alarm he is using. I haven't snooped on his phone in well over a week now, for myself just as much as for him, but I can't stop myself in my rage. He's got Twitter, Facebook and Instagram all up, and I can't help but think about what he's cruising for on those and thinking that it is "ok" since he just "stumbled" upon it rather than searching. What a childish, passive approach. Is that how you think you'll become a man and take ownership of your addiction?! Are you that f$@&!-& stupid?!!! Then I pull up his web browser, under the private one I scroll through the suggestions or whatever it is that comes up with recents and favorites and see he viewed an article about nude pictures being leaked of a politician's wife. Funny, he didn't mention that one, he just mentioned how he's been a good boy and didn't go looking for pictures after reading that other article. I pull up the article and sure enough, there are semi nude pictures in the article that leave little to the imagination. I am seething in anger at this point, go downstairs and try so hard not to rip into him. I raise my voice, something I seldom do, but manage to control some of my rage. He stares dumbly at me, and says it was just a political article, and that he forgot about it because it was some "dumb little thing." Seriously?! I told him I don't think he believes me that I'll take his son and leave, that he hasn't hit his rock bottom yet and isn't going to change. He tells me he does believe and that he is trying so hard and has never made it this long before and it's because he's had my help this time. I just want to scream at him. I calmly tell him that he isn't trying hard enough to combat what porn has done to his mind, that if he were then he'd be avoiding the places on the internet that are littered with pictures for him to stumble upon, that he would have read more about porn addiction by now. He says he's been trying to buy doesn't have time, I called him on his bullshit. If he had time to read those articles about the nude women then he sure as hell had time to read about his addiction. He's always on his phone, he spends a ton of time reading and listening to podcasts on politics, has watched nearly every one of his NHL team's games this season as well as other teams. He gets off of work at 2 pm every day and we don't go to bed until 10pm. The man has plenty of time. What he doesn't have is a pair of balls to stand up, be a man and take some responsibility in his life. All he's done is post a bit on here and try to avoid P and M the past three weeks. I'm not an idiot and I know that that is a huge feat but without educating himself and taking a serious look at what is causing him to turn to P then he will always lose. I've wasted 13 years of my life on him with his lies and deceit. He's got another thing coming if he thinks I'll keep sticking around if he wants to half ass this recovery. I will be his biggest supporter, as I have the past 13 years, giving it my all, but if he can't give even 60%... then I need to get started on my new life and either find someone who really loves me or maybe just a sugar daddy and we can send him post cards from our sailboat in some tropical location and he can go be a whiny little boy beating off to fake women with daddy issues on a screen for the rest of his life till his dick no longer works. Sounds like a match made in hell, it's perfect. Stick that in your pipe and smoke it.
I warned you guys that it would be a rant. Phew. Now that THAT is of my chest, I think I'll go take a shower and start my day. Hope the partners reading this at least get a good chuckle at the end. Lol! There are good days and bad days, I think we can all agree where to file this one.
Things have been going well, we're just over three weeks into my husband's reboot. The day before yesterday he admits to me he had an urge to m earlier in the day and while disappointed, I am actually really happy that he told me. 98% of my trust issues with him are not from actually watching porn, but the lies and lies by omission, so I felt this was a huge step.
Last night he comes home from work but something seems "off" at some point. I can't put my finger on it, just feel that nasty feeling in the pit of my stomach and the static/shattered feeling in my body. I try to brush it off, but don't get the courage to ask him how the reboot part of his day went until we are finally in bed. He first says he had a good day for the most part, then that long pause. Finally he says he saw an article about an actress you'd never believe was topless (complete click bait garbage!). And he clicked on it. He proceeded to read the article and found himself wanting to google the pictures, but stopped. I'm glad he stopped, and I'm glad he told me; and I tell him all this. I don't want him to clam up and fall back down. He also mentions that he's been getting up later in the mornings to go to work to take away that time he usually used to PMO, which I tell him is a great idea. But that nagging feeling still wasn't settled after this. We talk a bit more, have a decent conversation about morality and how we each feel about people who cheat on their partners, and eventually fall asleep.
This morning I wake up as he is gets out of bed and blow him a kiss to let him know I'm awake. He leans over and kisses me, then heads downstairs. I try to fall back to sleep, but a few minutes later I have to really use the bathroom so I go downstairs. I find him on the couch, curled up under a blanket. If he's taken away his extra time then surely he shouldn't be curled up under a blanket taking a nap! I pee, come back to the living room and confront him. He says he does get up later...blah, blah, blah, and that he isn't doing that (PMO) in the morning. Honey, actions speak louder than words, especially when your word is absolute shit. I had finally started to not necessarily trust what he is saying, but not instantly take his word as a lie. After finding him down there with time to spare after telling me he had just gotten rid of that extra time, well, his word is shot to hell again.
I go back upstairs and look at his home cell phone (he has two because his job won't allow him to have a camera phone and he feels entitled to have a camera while off of work, fine, it's 2016, I get it) and look at his alarms. Still has the old alarm times in his phone and doesn't use the weekly setting so there is no telling what alarm he is using. I haven't snooped on his phone in well over a week now, for myself just as much as for him, but I can't stop myself in my rage. He's got Twitter, Facebook and Instagram all up, and I can't help but think about what he's cruising for on those and thinking that it is "ok" since he just "stumbled" upon it rather than searching. What a childish, passive approach. Is that how you think you'll become a man and take ownership of your addiction?! Are you that f$@&!-& stupid?!!! Then I pull up his web browser, under the private one I scroll through the suggestions or whatever it is that comes up with recents and favorites and see he viewed an article about nude pictures being leaked of a politician's wife. Funny, he didn't mention that one, he just mentioned how he's been a good boy and didn't go looking for pictures after reading that other article. I pull up the article and sure enough, there are semi nude pictures in the article that leave little to the imagination. I am seething in anger at this point, go downstairs and try so hard not to rip into him. I raise my voice, something I seldom do, but manage to control some of my rage. He stares dumbly at me, and says it was just a political article, and that he forgot about it because it was some "dumb little thing." Seriously?! I told him I don't think he believes me that I'll take his son and leave, that he hasn't hit his rock bottom yet and isn't going to change. He tells me he does believe and that he is trying so hard and has never made it this long before and it's because he's had my help this time. I just want to scream at him. I calmly tell him that he isn't trying hard enough to combat what porn has done to his mind, that if he were then he'd be avoiding the places on the internet that are littered with pictures for him to stumble upon, that he would have read more about porn addiction by now. He says he's been trying to buy doesn't have time, I called him on his bullshit. If he had time to read those articles about the nude women then he sure as hell had time to read about his addiction. He's always on his phone, he spends a ton of time reading and listening to podcasts on politics, has watched nearly every one of his NHL team's games this season as well as other teams. He gets off of work at 2 pm every day and we don't go to bed until 10pm. The man has plenty of time. What he doesn't have is a pair of balls to stand up, be a man and take some responsibility in his life. All he's done is post a bit on here and try to avoid P and M the past three weeks. I'm not an idiot and I know that that is a huge feat but without educating himself and taking a serious look at what is causing him to turn to P then he will always lose. I've wasted 13 years of my life on him with his lies and deceit. He's got another thing coming if he thinks I'll keep sticking around if he wants to half ass this recovery. I will be his biggest supporter, as I have the past 13 years, giving it my all, but if he can't give even 60%... then I need to get started on my new life and either find someone who really loves me or maybe just a sugar daddy and we can send him post cards from our sailboat in some tropical location and he can go be a whiny little boy beating off to fake women with daddy issues on a screen for the rest of his life till his dick no longer works. Sounds like a match made in hell, it's perfect. Stick that in your pipe and smoke it.
I warned you guys that it would be a rant. Phew. Now that THAT is of my chest, I think I'll go take a shower and start my day. Hope the partners reading this at least get a good chuckle at the end. Lol! There are good days and bad days, I think we can all agree where to file this one.