My heart thumped loudly as I dialed. A cocktail of panic and anger stirred as I listened impatiently to the ring-ringing.
The call began in usual fashion. We discussed the morning routine of our toddler as my mind, like an out of body experience, wandered away from my body. Like a robot I answered his inquiries, worried my emotions would betray me as I searched for the "right" words.
Is there something wrong? He saw through my act.
I found something. We should talk about it when you get home.
Tell me now. You are scaring me.
So I filled him in on what I found on my laptop that afternoon. I explained how confused and angry I felt. And we reluctantly agreed to wait until he got home from work to talk about it further.
I felt betrayed. I wondered how long this had been going on in my home without me knowing.
How did I not know?
So I waited for an excruciating couple of hours, agonizing over what this all meant and wondering —
Wasn't I enough?
To be continued…
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2 comments:
It's a lousy feeling isn't it? And so hard to believe that a man's addiction to porn has nothing to do with his partner.
So lousy! Thank you for your comment, Anonymous! It's hard to believe, but absolutely true. Plan to write a little bit more on that later. Thanks for reading!
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