He doesn’t usually share his feelings or update me on any of this, unless I ask and pry long enough. And I’ve gotten used to that, because he does tell me about the important things. The other night, he had a lot to drink and we were laying in bed bullshitting around, and he started telling me a lot of stuff. He told me about how he gets temptations and wants to go look at porn or masturbate, and how he has to leave the room to help get rid of the feeling.
And I lay there, just listening to him, and it made me feel absolutely nauseous. As he’s telling me this stuff, all I hear is how my husband finds it difficult on a day to day basis to not go look at/get off to other women. My husband has to actually get up and leave the room to fight the urge to be unfaithful to me. He spent 7 years giving in to those exact urges on a daily basis and now, in the same workplace, with the same access to tablets with internet and incognito, he is fighting those urges. Every day. And it hit me with a massive wave of nausea (and again as I type this) that my husband is an actual legitimate addict. An addict of other women. An addict of utilizing other women for his sexual desires and needs. Our entire marriage.
I guess I am just suffering emotionally because I want to be there for him, I want to support him in all of his life’s struggles but nobody ever prepared me for the struggle at hand being that he can’t control himself from being unfaithful to me. You know how fucking hard that is to do? To submit yourself in partnership to helping a partner who spent your whole marriage cheating? And having to listen to them tell you about how hard it is for them to abstain from that? It rips me apart inside, makes me feel like a completely inadequate and unsatisfying spouse, makes me feel like a damn fool, a weak woman, a female cuck. Fuck, it’s so hard. It’s harder than when he doesn’t tell me.