The sickening reality of betrayal can feel hopeless. After years of living in fear and anxiety, connected to my husband’s addiction, I became exhausted. I just couldn’t do it anymore.
What happened with my husband’s addiction was painful, hard, and unfair. My story may look and sound different than another person’s—circumstances can vary slightly or drastically. Continue reading Recovery: A Spouse’s Experience, part 1 – What Life Was Like
In our last post we began looking at the unintentional damage that takes place in many pastors’ offices, when wives of porn/sex addicts are encouraged that their husbands’ problems might get better if only they were more sexually available. The first two things ministry leaders who counsel couples need to understand about sexual addiction are:
I discovered it when I was 11 years old. I don’t exactly remember how I discovered it. In fact, I didn’t even know what it was called at the time. Continue reading The Big “M”
I am a thirty year old, single female who is recovering from sex addiction.
In the summer of 2014, I betrayed the man I loved. To put it in counseling terms, I was “acting out.” In Christian circles, we call it sin. My sin was repeated. And confessed. And it took a lot of work to heal from that sin. Continue reading Safe People – Jane DoE
First, before I share my story, let me share the inspiration for my name. I have thought long and hard of how to blog with anonymity as a woman recovering from sex addiction. I wanted my nom de plume to have substance. I chose Jane DoE. Continue reading My name is Jane DoE…
Everyone in the small group just sat there. The awkward silence hung heavy in the room, like a heavy stage curtain that had just lowered onto everyone sitting in the circle. The bombshell had been dropped just a few seconds ago, but with each ticking second of silence it seemed like years. Continue reading I Don’t Know What To Do…
January 6th, 2009 began like most Tuesdays. I got up and went into work, at the church where I served as Worship Pastor. Unlike most Tuesdays, our regular pastoral staff meeting had been cancelled. Continue reading Seven Years Ago…
God, I can’t do this. I can’t stand living another day enslaved to this addiction. Continue reading I Can’t Do This