Huge peony blooms from my cutting garden. I know it’s confusing to some, how or even why I would want to stay partnered with a person who lied and cheated and systematically betrayed me. How to get past the wounds, and why? Why trust? Why knowingly make myself vulnerable to a proven abuser. The question … Continue reading We’re in this together
A friend sent this yesterday. I think it is beautifully written, and so true. The tears flowed. I'm missing my Brooklyn boy.The Last Time From the moment you hold your baby in your arms,you will never be the same.You might long for the person you were before,When you have freedom and time,And nothing in particular … Continue reading Missing those days
I do find the subject of sexual acting out choices fascinating. I can now very easily remove my personal feelings from the shit my husband did during his years of acting out. He's sober now six years and we are a little over a day away from the anniversary of discovery of his secret life. … Continue reading Have you ever been to a strip club
POST #500 As I was responding to a comment by Spouse of a Sex Addict from my last post, it triggered a memory from arbitration. As mentioned, arbitration week was hell. We listened to the contractor on our beach house construction project lie, repeatedly. He spoke softly and gently and made it look like he … Continue reading Mind blown 🤯
The sex addict world of betrayal may in fact be a bit different (or a lot different) from the average infidelity nightmare. Sex addicts are not out shopping for a new spouse with their sexual indiscretions. Often an SA's destructive behaviors have gone on for years and included any number of secret sexual activities. The … Continue reading Assumptions
Paradise! A little over a week ago, I was on a jet boat adventure in paradise. Certainly when the word paradise was invented, the person was in French Polynesia. I have never seen so many gorgeous shades of blue, and green, aqua, turquoise. I couldn't pull my eyes off that amazing water. It was mesmerizing. … Continue reading And flowers grew
It was Sunday morning of this past holiday weekend and I was triggered by something, I don't quite remember. It wasn't so much debilitating as it was distracting. Those feelings of not knowing, of my instincts being totally off, for years. Of him telling me about Ashley, the first, how she had worked years before … Continue reading I knew it wasn’t perfect
I’m currently on a plane to San Francisco to spend a long weekend with Blue Eyes, being touristy. We’ve been to the Bay Area dozens of times, Blue Eyes was actually born just outside the city, but this time I wanted to do a couple walking tours, Chinatown and Little Italy... some history, some food, … Continue reading Strong a.f.
I woke up this morning to my husband hugging me and telling me he loves me. The first thought that ran through my head was... he would say the same thing to any warm bodied female he happened to wake up next to, and I'm sure he has. I know he said it to the other … Continue reading Love is…
Things were going along so well, and then someone had to go and fuck it up. This post is not really about sex addiction. To sum things up, shit happens no matter how adept I believe I am at avoiding it. And, my life's not perfect (I know, I know—no one’s is) but I have … Continue reading Wait, what just happened?