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
“People don’t need just sympathy, and shaming never helped anyone. However, empathy is the full embodiment of truth and compassion, and helps heal hurting hearts.”
-Mike Foster, People of the Second Chance
I am literally sitting here, in front of my computer, trying to get every last bit of freshly baked muffin off of the wrapper while I sip my coffee and try to put into words the frustration, anger, sadness and hopelessness it is to be me right now.
Our friend Sandy Pepin has written a post for her blog (www.crookedhousewife.com) on talking to your kids about pornography. It’s a great article, and we wanted to make sure more people saw it.. Continue reading How to Talk to Your Kids About Porn
“God, grant me serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can, and wisdom to know the difference.”
How many times have we heard these words? Whether on TV or in a movie, or spoken by a friend or loved one in recovery, or even as we’ve said them ourselves. Continue reading From Chaos to Serenity
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
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…
God, I can’t do this. I can’t stand living another day enslaved to this addiction. Continue reading I Can’t Do This
I am a sucker for “The Voice.” Let’s just get that on the record. Of all the music competition shows, this one has been my favorite since it began 3 or 4 years ago.