I apologize up front for this lengthy post but please bear with me through this and tell me what you think. I posted to JFO on Thanksgiving morning. I'm the BS with the red flags waving in the breeze, wondering how bad my H's porn addiction really is and whether or not he's taken it to the next level. The hookup sites I see listed in the computer hard drive suggest that is the case. But I've no solid proof of that and he adamantly denies he'd ever go that far. His TT admission of online porn use over the last five weeks has gone something like this:
"It wasn't me - must be a computer virus."
"Oh yeah, that was me, ha ha, sorry, won't happen again."
"Well, I may have gone online a few times over the summer."
Three weeks ago I told H I wanted him to see an IC and get screened for SA. He looked me right in the eye and swore he would get help. Right away. After he agreed to seek counseling I hadn't said another word about it. A tiny part of my brain is thinking, yes, he's made some phone calls, he's going to get on top of this thing and FIX whatever the hell is going on. But the realistic part of my brain is thinking, no he's not given this a second thought. He's walking around this house, happy as he always is, whistling and singing out loud. I see nothing in his demeanor to suggest he is even remotely considering what this has done to my psyche/self esteem.
So last Friday night he comes home from his latest business trip and I notice a jar of blackberry preserves on the kitchen counter. This jar sits there for two days. It's like an elephant in the room. So I finally give in and say what's this? He says it's a gift for you I brought back from (...business trip city). Folks, this man has been on hundreds of business trips in our 21 years of marriage and has never once brought me a gift. And if it was meant as a gift, why is it not presented as such? It's just sitting there on the counter. When I do not express sufficient gratitude for said jam jar he starts getting mad at me for not being grateful for the gift. Now I'm pissed. I pull out a pen and paper and ask him to write down the name and phone number of the counselor he is seeing, knowing full well he's got nothing. He picks up the pen, puts it to the paper, and....stops. And in that split second of hesitation I feel like he's sealing our fate - the M is doomed. He says, I haven't had a chance to call anyone yet. In 2-1/2 weeks, he hasn't had a few free minutes to make some calls and get the ball rolling on this. From where I'm sitting, it looks like he just doesn't care enough about me or the M to make the first move.
Now my bitch boots are on. I start throwing F bombs around the room - some of them are probably still floating around the stratosphere somewhere. I pull out of my back pocket some of the terminology I've learned here in the past couple of weeks, like I'm not going to tolerate TT, rugsweeping, he needs a CSAT, etc. etc. I'm feeling empowered. Then he drops his bomb and says,
"HUNDREDS. I've been on hundreds of porn sites, starting around 2006."
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He says this with such casual nonchalance - as if I've just asked him if he wants a second helping of pumpkin pie for dessert. No big deal.
Holy crap. I hold it together and try the clinical approach: how do you FIND all these sites? How do you decide which girl to masturbate to? He's very matter-of-fact, says he starts each session with dailyniner.com where each day nine new hotties are presented for your viewing pleasure, and then goes from there. I'm sitting at the computer so I get on the website and we look at the homepage together. I think my sanity is slipping away because stupid questions come pouring out of my mouth, like do these girls clean bathrooms too? Do they do laundry? Have your dinner on the table when you walk through the door every night? Do they drive your son to the orthodontist every 4 weeks? I quickly realize I'm hating myself now as much as him, so I leave the room and tell him to go ahead, knock himself out.
Yesterday I went to see my gyn doc for STD screening and she wants to know what's up. First time I've verbalized what's going on and the floodgates open. She's very empathetic because her first husband was also a cheater. She starts asking about my mental health. I'm not going to lie to this woman so I say yeah, some mornings I'm disappointed that I wake up. Sometimes I'm disappointed that my H wakes up. She decides I should see the psychiatrist down the hall and gets me an appointment for later in the day.
I have a very healthy skepticism for psychiatry but as my doc says, it'll be worth it to just get it all off my chest, with a total stranger, a sympathetic ear. Before I go to the psych appointment I throw the jam jar in my purse. During my session with him I hold up the jar - to show him this symbol of my H's "apology", if that's what it is. Here's what he says:
Imagine you are in the dining room on the Titanic. Suddenly an iceberg rips a huge gash on the side of the ship. Water is gushing in and the ship is starting to sink. You're eating your dinner. Your husband is a chef in the kitchen of the Titanic. He decides at this moment to bring you a beautiful plate of food, discarding the dinner you were eating, and giving you something lovely to eat, maybe a nice filet mignon with all the trimmings. The "chef" is thinking, if she just focuses on this lovely plate of food I've brought her she won't even notice that she's on a sinking ship.
This psych is now my new best friend.
Before I leave his office he makes me promise to quit looking at the hard drive. I promise. There's no point in it since H's admission of longtime porn use. And then this: why is it so important for me to know if he's using the dating hookup sites? What purpose will it serve me to know more? Does it really matter, because my husband has already committed a betrayal and how can you have less than zero trust? I'm split on this question. I do want all the sordid details. I feel like I deserve to know what's going on in my marriage. But the man has a point, trust in my spouse is already in the basement. Why take it to the sub-basement?
If anyone is still reading this and can relate to what I've written here, please share your thoughts/experiences. I've already learned so much in the short time I've been a member of SI. I trust in whatever you have to say.