A death that can’t be grieved out loud
Something that I realized somewhere in the earlier days of my journey was that my husband’s betrayal affected me somewhat like a death would have. I have lost some very close loved ones so I was able to analyze this pretty closely. Yet it is not a clean cut, as death so often is. It
Sometimes it is in the letting go
We had made it past the one year mark. I still had some struggles, but by far things had gotten much better. Then once again I was prompted to ask the question: “Have you looked at porn?” And unfortunately the answer was yet again in the affirmative. And unfortunately yet again I had to ask
Through the Tunnel
While walking along the pathway of life We came up to a tunnel dark as moonless night The desire to avoid it was strong as strong could be But the only other direction was right behind me Turning back was not an option, so we had to go through Trembling we entered, just me and
Again and again…
The fourth disclosure came very close to one year after the last time HB had admitted to viewing pornography. That time I did not find out for months and as usual it came about because of my own prying questions. This time was the first time HB ever voluntarily disclosed to me. I was away



