This is REALLY long, so if you make it to the end, THANK YOU!!
 
 
 
 
 
 
My fiancé’s porn addiction has not only crushed my entire self worth, but has ruined our relationship. We've been together for almost 8 years and the person who I thought I knew, turned into someone who I don't even know. All the lies, betrayal, deception-- all the secrets--- he has made me question myself as a woman and has made me feel lower than I ever thought I could feel.
 
 
 
 
I've always been a very confident person. I use to be able to walk into any room and feel like I owned the place- with, or without him. And now, I can only do that if *he's* not with me. I have to look to other men to validate me as a woman because of what he has done to me. I have to give men credit, if it wasn't for you guys- I would really question myself entirely.
 
 
 
 
 
 
He and I have always had a (very) healthy (and very enjoyable) sex life. I’m talking 5-6 times a week, and sometimes 2 times a day. We have always shared such a passion for one another and sex was FUN. I’ve tried things with this man and opened myself up sexually with him more than any other man I’ve been with, including my ex-husband who I was with for 11 years. (I’m 33 now). My ex-husband and I watched porn together on occasion. It was something that was just comfortable in our marriage. We weren’t really “in love” per se, married out of high school, had a baby- got bored with one another (at least I know I got bored with him- lol.). So, we tried the porn thing- had fun, tried to spice things up- it just worked for us. My relationship with D, as I’ll call him here J, was always so full of sexual energy that I never felt that we needed that in our relationship. I’m very open with him and told him about my ex and I watching porn together and he thought that was weird. He and I tried watching it one night together in the beginning of our relationship (he bought a movie at a hotel that was 7 girls, nonetheless, umm.. no thank you!)- and it just didn’t FEEL right. We turned it off , and never watched it again. I’m not a prude in the least bit, but with him- it just never felt that we needed to add that element in our relationship. Or, so I was wrong….
 
 
 
 
2 years ago, I was on his laptop after he had gone to bed. I wasn’t “checking up on him” in any sense. I’ve always trusted this guy with every ounce of my being and he had always gone and did what he wanted. Weekend trips to Vegas with friends, off to CA, you name it—and I was always fine with it. He had never given me a reason NOT to trust him, so I trusted him. Now, he’s always been a VERY jealous guy (he gets upset if another guy looks at me, which, as we all know with guys- happens ALL the time). He always calls us “Beauty and the Beast” because if you saw us together, you would not think we were a couple. We get it ALL the time. He’s def. not the type of guy that I use to go after—he’s about 70lbs over weight (has gained about 50lbs since I’ve met him) and just not the type of guy that I have to worry about with other woman. His personality and charm however, is what won me over. He can make anyone believe anything at any given time--- he plays people, and now I know that. Now, I wonder what the hell happened to that person that I once knew, or in better words, thought I knew?
 
 
 
 
Anyways, I was surfing the net on his computer and found a site that I wanted to save, so I clicked “Save to Favorites”. I see this site that he has saved titled “How to pick up college girls”. Needless to say, I clicked on it and was beside myself. It was “tips” if you will, on how to pick up college chicks and links to all these college porn sites. After seeing this, the red flag was raised so I kept looking around on his computer. I went to his temp internet files and could NOT believe my eyes: he wasn’t just looking at few sites here and there- he was looking at sites 3, 4 times a DAY. I checked the dates/times and all those nights that he “said” he had to work late (he owns his own company, so he is a workaholic, and now I know why)—he was at the office getting off to all these sites. I was CRUSHED. My entire heart just fell to my feet. I still can’t get those images out of my mind. I couldn’t believe it—after ALL the times that I asked him if he has ever looked at it and he KNEW that if it was that important to him, that we could have watched movies together- but not THIS. It was ALL woman. Teens, woman in general, lingerie models, videos- you name it. It made me feel so completely ugly and worthless it wasn’t even funny. I work out at the gym 3x a week and can get almost any guy that I wanted, and here’s this man that should be DAMN PROUD to have me by his side and his actions couldn’t be any more clear that I’m not enough for him. That he’s not attracted to me, That the only way he can have sex with ME is after looking at all of these SLUTS on the computer.
 
 
 
 
I can’t tell you how many times he would come home from lunch and be all over me- all hot and bothered, wanting me to have sex or for me to go down on him. I thought he came home to ME because he was attracted to ME and wanted ME.. not because he had gotten off on all of these woman and just wanted my body to get off on. I have never felt so completely used and hurt in all of my life. I can’t understand WHY he would do this to not only me, but to US??? All the LIES. I can’t even BEGIN to go in about all the lies and the betrayal. He took me to a point in my life that I have never expierenced before. No man has ever hurt me before and to have the one man that I adore more than life itself and that I would do anything for do this to me—I just feel like the 8 years that we’ve been together is a lie. All the passion and hot sex that we’ve had over the years were driven from him looking at other woman. He LIED to me SO MANY TIMES about it, EVEN after I confronted him about it—he lied. After a week went by and we finally talked about it (him, still- even to this day- 2 years later—he won’t talk about it- I BEGGED him not to tell ANYONE about what was going on. It was embarrassing. I was hurt and so disappointed that I was so naïve in this relationship and I was so completely numb that this had gone on, excessively, for over 5 years- day in- day out- without me evening knowing about it. I wondered what ELSE is he hiding that I don’t know about, that he so wonderfully covers up? He travels (a lot) and I can’t imagine what he does when he’s out of town. Or how many strip clubs that he’s been to. He’s addicted to woman, so how do I know that he hasn’t cheated on me? His brother “ordered” a prostitute while we were in
New York
—who’s to say that “D” hasn’t done the same thing? I BEGGED him not to breath a word about what was going on to anyone and he swore to me that he wculdn’t. Here comes that” trust” thing again. About 6 months later, me, D, and his brother are all hanging out and the touchy subject of internet porn comes up (his brother is addicted to it as well) it comes up and his brother says “Yeah, I heard about all that mess that you guys went through”….. here, I had BEGGED him not to say a word about my own PERSONAL FEELINGS and RAW emotions, just to have him run off and tell his brother.
 
 
 
 
I found out about this 2 years ago and things have only gotten worse. Things have happen since then (lies on his part) and I can’t trust him on any level. Not with my feelings, not with my heart, not even with my words. This is the guy that I wanted to spend my entire life with. He “claims” that he stopped and has only looked at it twice since all of that happened, but come on- I’m not that stupid. If you’re “addicted” to it (and I’m sorry, but 3-4 times a DAY for 5 years STRAIGHT, if that isn’t being addicted, than I don’t know what is)—you don’t just “stop” doing it. He clears out his history now if that’s any indictation. He claims his computer is set up to do it automatically, whatever. Our relationship went from this fun loving, always happy, very intiment couple to being this disconnected, unhappy, fighting all the time. We have our highs and lows. Some days are good, while most of them are bad. I don’t know him and because of all of this, he’s turned into this cold, calice, person who when he sees me crying my eyes out or just wanting to TALK about it to gain some form of reason to WHY he needed it so bad in order to make love to me, or why I’m not good enough for him, or any of the other million and one questions that I have—he either drowns himself in achohol (he drinks every night—yes, he has a very addicted personalitiy- but I’m sorry, that’s NO excuse)—or he clams up, won’t talk to me- acts as if my words mean nothing to him, or gets up and walks away. Not only is my life turned upside down from this, the person who I love who has done this to me can’t even take the time to TALK about it or help us get better. He keeps saying “We need to go talk to someone”, or better yet “You need to go talk to someone”. I’m depressed. I use to be this fun, happy, out-going, always spunky person- to this sad, always crying until the hurt turns to anger, then the bitterness sets in--- and I can’t get out of it. I left him this summer for 2wks, came home and he was really trying because he knew that I was at the end of my rope. Just for us to take a trip to
Memphis
to meet up with some friends (VERY bad move at that point in our relationship)- to have him oogle over a new friend in the group ALL weekend. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her IN FRONT OF ME and when she was leaving, he STOOD up and was WAITING in line to give her a hug. If THAT isn’t being insensitive to my needs, then what is? He ALWAYS checks out other woman in front of me, and before, it didn’t bother me- I was secure in this relationship- but now? I feel that every single woman out there is a threat. That he wants everything that I’m not. I’m 4”11, 107lbs, long blond hair. He looks at tall bruinetes or anything else that fits the profile of not being me. He’s OBSESSED with woman and it’s torn my entire being upside down.
 
 
 
 
I know I’m beautiful, both on the inside and out--- but he has made me feel so completely ugly, worthless, not good enough, and just like every other woman out there has so much more to offer him than I do and I hate him for it. My self esteem is nothing right now. If it wasn’t for the attention that I get from other men, I wouldn’t know what I would do. It’s sad. The one person who I WANT the attention from and WANT to feel desirable from, I don’t. I feel like he would rather be with anyone else BUT me. How can ONE man have such a huge impact on the way that I feel about myself?
 
 
 
 
And our sex life now? What sex life? On our “good days”, we “attempt” sex if you will. Sex, not making love mind you- I don’t feel any love from this man and I’m to hurt by his actions and his dishonesty to open myself up to him emotionally. We “try”, just to have it last 5min. (after he does his thing) because at that point I’m bawling my eyes out. I KNOW that when he’s having sex with me it’s not “me” that he’s thinking about—it’s ALL those woman in his head that he wishes was in bed with him right then. I can’t get past this and for a woman who use to LOVE sex, I can’t even get past the first 5min. without my emotions taking over---- so I don’t even try. We’ve had a few times in the last two years where we’ve “tried” to get back to “us”-- but I don’t feel that when we’re in bed that he’s with “me”. I feel that every second of the time we’re there, he’s fantasying about all those woman he got off on and it just makes me dissect myself in every aspect and crushes me to no end. The pain isn’t worth it to me. It’s just not. Each and every time that we have had sex, there honestly hasn’t been one single time that tears havn’t been falling down my face. I feel like I’ll never be enough for this person and that he’s looking and waiting for that “something better”, like in his fantasy, to come along. If he wasn’t- then why was he looking at all the porn so much? Why does he scope out every single woman each and every place that we walk into?
 
 
 
 
I’ve read the posts here and I keep trying to tell myself that it’s NOT my fault that he was looking at the porn and all those woman, but why else would he be looking? If I was enough for him, why WOULD he have NEEDED to (need to?- There’s no doubt in my mind that he hasn’t stopped- he says he has, but his words mean nothing to me at this point)—he’s just got smarter about it.
 
 
 
 
I love him, and I think that’s what hurts the worst. I would NEVER have done something like this to him. I am so honest and open with his man, I can’t imagine keeping something like this from him, let alone lieing about it, and then betraying his trust even more with not keeping it private between the two of us. I can’t imagine my life without him, but honestly- I don’t even know who he is. I look back on our relationship and it was all based on lies. All those special moments, all the love, all the passion… it just a bunch of lies that mean nothing to me now.
 
 
 
 
I’m trying to find a therapist to help me get back to “me” again. I hate the person that I’ve became and I can’t function like this anymore. All the things that I was interested in before mean nothing to me. I would rather just sleep all day so I don’t have to deal with the pain- I’m tierd of crying, but most of all- I’m tierd of him NOT being there for me when I need him- esp. after this is the mess that he created. He wants to talk to someone together-- but I am not ready to do that right now. We have 3 children together (ages 2, 3, 4)—so more than anything, I want to try to get past this for their sake. I love him, and I can’t imagine my life without him—but right now, I feel like I don’t even know him and I can’t trust anything about him. Everything triggers the pain- TV commercials/shows, billboards, another woman who he stares at—it’s always a constant reminder that I’m not good enough or he wouldn’t have been doing it- esp. so excessively.
 
 
 
 
Can a relationship get past this? I’m at a breaking point and I honestly don’t know if I can move past this.
 
 
 
 
If you’ve gotten this far- THANK YOU-. It’s late (5:30am) and I can’t sleep--- my mind has been racing all day and it’s just not been a “good day” for me. I miss being me and I miss being the confident, happy person that I once was.
 
 
 
 
I just want to get past this.