Family can be an ‘F’ word…


A few months ago my recovering-porn-addict-husband confessed to my siblings his addiction. He was terrified, but felt as part of his recovery it was the right thing to do.

My family is a conservative Christian family; the kind that believes in “Judge not, and ye shall not be judged…” ( St. Luke 6:37 ) He knew some of them would be uncomfortable and struggle, but had every reason to believe these atonement-relying disciples of Christ would eventually love and accept him as before.

Unfortunately the Financial Matriarch of my family instead has decided that I am no longer worthy of my inheritance. Sigh.

Of course, I do not have the right to judge my sister in charge of the estate. It hurts to be outcast by people I love for my husbands misdeeds, though.





When I began this blog I was drowning… just trying to make it one more day… every day.

Things were very dark for a while and I stopped posting. (I guess I was sick of my own sadness.) Instead of whining on WordPress daily I rejoined my favorite gym.

I don’t know all of the reasons why, but this helped our marriage. It is NOT related to my physical appearance because – truth be told – it is a gradual process.

Leaving the house every morning at 5:30 so I can exercise before work reminded me that I have to take care of me, and my husband has to take care of him.

The physical strain helps release much of my stress and resentment.

My tired muscles also make it easier to fall asleep at night instead of worrying.

Things in our marriage are not all healed… but we are working on it… going to group… and working more.

I feel like I am finally in a place where I can help other loved ones of porn addicts who are hurting. If you need a cyber hug, please give a shout.