Journal Entry: March 31, 2014 Letter to my husband: Thirty years ago you started courting me. My life would never be the same. I was not shopping for a husband and I wasn't ready. After a mere seven months of knowing you, I fell in love. I fell in love with who I thought you were. … Continue reading Trauma on the high seas
Month: October 2014
Thank goodness we can’t tell the future
Journal Entry: March 27, 2014 "Thank goodness we can't tell the future. We'd never get out of bed." Julia Roberts as Barbara Weston in August: Osage County. We are on our way to Miami. Our 15-night Panama Canal cruise leaves port Sunday. So here I go on another trigger filled holiday with my cheating, sex-addict hubby … Continue reading Thank goodness we can’t tell the future
She walked this path
Journal Entry: March 24, 2014 "Just because everything is different, doesn't mean anything has changed." Irene Peter My husband has become quite attached to his sponsor. His sponsor has a similar story and pathology to my husband. He has been sober (although with sex addicts, it is not always wise to believe anything they say) … Continue reading She walked this path
Not sure this one’s going to stick either
Journal Entry: March 17, 2014 I think most everyone can relate to being betrayed by a spouse. Obviously not everyone has experienced it, but most can imagine how devastating it would be. Having your husband diagnosed as a sex addict (versus a “cheater”) on the other hand, brings with it a whole different kind of … Continue reading Not sure this one’s going to stick either
Dude, sorry we’re so miserable, but we really do love your ranch
Journal Entry: March 16, 2014 In January, after B’s initial sex addict diagnosis and his therapist’s recommendation that B immediately check himself in to the Meadows Sex Addiction recovery program for 45 days, and B’s subsequent dismissal of this advice, B did start looking for a seminar to attend. He felt particularly drawn to the … Continue reading Dude, sorry we’re so miserable, but we really do love your ranch
No More
Journal Entry: March 7, 2014 How do I feel today? I feel like no one really gets me. I feel like my life has been ripped from me. I feel like my whole world has fallen into a never-ending abyss of heartache and despair. I feel like I will never be whole again. I feel … Continue reading No More
Leave your baggage at the door and join me for a little celebration
This is in real time... today: October 23, 2014. I have taken a quick break from going back in time. Today is my husband's 51st birthday, the 30th birthday I have celebrated with him. All but two of those birthdays we have celebrated together, in person. He was 23 and 24 years old the last time … Continue reading Leave your baggage at the door and join me for a little celebration
A very long letter to the delusional, hoarding, alcoholic whore who thinks my husband gives a damn about her!
Journal Entry: Sunday, March 2, 2014, 7:40pm About six weeks ago I wrote a letter to my husband's acting out partner. I know I am not supposed to have any contact with this horrible woman who calls my phone all the time but does not leave a message. She blocks her number so that I … Continue reading A very long letter to the delusional, hoarding, alcoholic whore who thinks my husband gives a damn about her!
I hate pretending
Journal Entry: March 1, 2014. Last night and today have been rough. Before everything came out, before D-Day, he had made plans with an old high school friend and her husband. They were going to be in town and wanted to know if we wanted to go to a Jazz Concert with them. We planned … Continue reading I hate pretending
You expect me to believe this is addiction?
Journal Entry: Friday, February 28, 2014 "Somewhere between right and wrong is a garden; I'll meet you there." Rumi My husband has been officially diagnosed as a sex addict. He has a new therapist who specializes in this type of addiction. We now have a total of four therapists between us. I cannot describe how … Continue reading You expect me to believe this is addiction?
try not to cry on my rainbow 