When I found out about my husband's addiction, I wanted to be as supportive as possible. I tried to hide how hurt I was when he would relapse, for fear of making him feel too guilty. Eventually, I started to wonder if being so understanding was just enabling him. This has gone on for months and months. I don't know why, but suddenly, even though he is doing pretty well, I'm just pissed. I feel vengeful, not wanting to have sex with him or be physically intimate in any way because I'm obviously not good enough, or what he would really rather be doing with his dick. I'm perfectly aware that I'm not looking at this the right away, and that this isn't healthy for our relationship or odds of survival, but I can't shake the feeling. The other day he said something to the effect of how crazy it is how bad it (porn) re-wires your brain to the point that you think "real live human, eh" and I all heard was "you are eh." Yeah, I get that it doesn't matter WHO he's with, but the bottom line is ... I'm just "eh." Well, then, F off. Have a nice life with PMO addiction. It's like I've jumped to the opposite end of the spectrum, when what I really need to find is a middle ground. Sorry, needed to vent.