This is an anonymous blog, written for my own sanity and to hopefully spread the message that sex addiction is real and it’s ok to find support. I have been affected by someone else’s addiction and I’m here for you. Please contact me if you have any questions about seeking program support.
This is not a traditional love story, although it has its moments. Those moments of falling for someone and trusting them completely, with everything in your soul and then learning what a mistake it was, seventeen years’ worth of mistakes.
This is not a cynical story. I am not an angry woman out for revenge. I believe in love, trust and all those wishy-washy things the hills are always alive with. Those beliefs will show in my unrelenting need to trust again what has proven itself untrustworthy.
My story is not unique, but instead something that so many have gone through and still we do not talk about it. The first rule of sex addiction is that you don’t talk about sex addiction. Well kick my ass out of the club because I’m talking, I’m sharing, and I won’t apologize for it. If you can’t handle the truth about sex addiction and the path of disaster it causes, please stop reading and go find a “pretend” story that has totally happened to someone you know.
I was 20 years old when I met him. I remember it like it was yesterday, and 100 years ago. It started as most rom-coms do, I hated him. Seventeen years later, we’ve married, divorced, gotten back together, had three kids and an endless amount of STD scares, secret messages, multiple email accounts, a sex therapist and over a hundred attempts to “make himself feel worthy.”
This is my story, maybe it’s yours too. Not a love story, but a survival story.