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Sorry for the duplicate story if you read this already! Just a little background, My Mom worked 9-5 and my Dad worked weird swing shifts where he would work a different shift each week.It was 1992, I was 17 and like every other 17 yr old, I was horny 24/7. So for the most part, I was home alone the whole summer.
Judging from all the porn I watched, I thought I was normal sized because I had never seen a dude my age at the time naked.
He said, â€œMan, you should try these and try to hook up with some people to fuck! The way it worked though was you got a mailbox associated with your ad and a box # that corresponded with that mailbox.
â€ So I bought some swinger magazines and thought what a great idea! So as I looked through them I realized in order to correspond with any of the people in the ads, you had to make your own ad! I took Polaroids of my cock, wrote an ad describing what I was looking for and mailed it in. You had to call on the phone to get your messages if anybody saw what they liked. I put my cock size in there and the pictures of my cock where right above the ad.
I needed space to just focus on me, think about alternatives, etc. I am fairly crushed to realize that, after all of this, even after risking separation and reconciling, the brokenness remains, perhaps for always.
He moved out for a few months, we co-parented our boys (now ages 4 and 6), we drafted a legal separation agreement. Given reality, given our children and our family and our professional dreams and so on, my life, as it is today, is better/easier/more supported with him than without him. And I don’t know what more to expect, or how to think about all of this.
We were able to experience, and imagine, what divorce and a two-home family would be like. Everyone would be okay no matter what direction we ultimately took. I would have married my ex-boyfriend if I knew then what I know now. Well, my “the One” certainly wouldn’t have spent 4 years screwing hookers. And, in truth, I see him for who he is TODAY and I don’t want to lose that man. I think I am at a place where I do believe a marriage can survive. I do believe there is life, together, beyond D-day and that the two people can even grow stronger, more real, than before. That you accept a life of peace and contentment, but not happiness.
I saw that I didn’t have to stay for any fear, but I did see what life would be like if we really did divorce. I don’t want someone else to enjoy a life with this recovered/recovering, stable, matured version of him. But its like being between a rock and a hard place. Remember, this was before the internet so that was the only way you could get porn back then (unless you worked where I worked and got free tapes to copy! He also gave me the magazines he didn't sell that month minus the cover of the magazine.He had to return the cover for credits for the unsold ones.He was so generous because he knew what I liked and since he didn't sell every magazine every month, he would let me trade 1 magazine in and he gave me 5 or so new ones to pick from.So I was trading in upwards of 10 magazines at a time and I would walk out of there with boxes full of porn magazines. My story is about how my husband has successfully managed his recovery from Sex Addiction, but the deep wounds that his addiction caused still remain. Four years ago, my husband admitted to sleeping with prostitutes and strippers, as well as an enormous porn and sex chat addiction, during the first four years of our marriage, including during both of my pregnancies. At the time, we were living in North Carolina so that he could go to graduate school; we had no friends or family or community, and we had a toddler and a newborn.