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Honoring My Wife & Marriage

Guest post from anonymous husband. :)


I have to say first that I am a Christ follower, and I have survived and been healed of porn addiction by God. I found Ashley’s website back in approximately December or so of 2009.  I was on a search for healing and understanding what porn addiction was about, how it affected my wife, my marriage, and how my wife and I were going to recover from my sin. Ashley contacted me and asked me during 2010 if I’d be interested in writing a post or two for her website. I told her I’d do it. I believe telling my story will help others and I knew it could help me recover as well. I also want to help her and George because they’ve been such a help for me and my wife.

My first question is, how do you cook a frog? You put him in the pot and turn up the heat slowly. By the time he figures out what’s going on, it’s all over.  Basically for me, that’s how porn snagged me and pulled me under, but that’s not how God ordained the end of the story.

My story is nearly the same as all the statistics that have been published on porn use for children, teens, and adults.  I lived in a home where my parent’s had me in church every Sunday and Wednesday night.  I observed at an early age (but didn’t understand) that my father was a porn addict as well.  I was introduced to porn slowly but surely. I estimate that I was snagged around age 10 or so when cable TV became the norm and I had a TV and cable box in my room. As technology grew, so did my addiction.

The year before I went to college, AOL and dial-up connectivity was ramping up and we had our first computer in our home. With AOL, a new world was opened. I was already sucked in. But now I had a resource that was unlimited. This lifestyle continued while I was in college. I was truly spiritually and emotionally sick. God was nowhere to be found in my life.  This beginning resulted from a life of religious activity, a father who was an addict as well, and a home where no discipleship occurred. I lived in a home that is considered the toxic family. A family that doesn’t share, doesn’t feel, and doesn’t love. Once that foundation was set, I was looking for love and what I perceived as love in any place I could find it.  Surely TV had it right, didn’t it?  I was so clueless and lost as to what love really was. And to be honest, I’m still learning.

In March of 2003, I moved home for a job opportunity.  I could feel God tugging on me and pursuing me but I didn’t quite get what all of that meant. All I knew was that I was lonely, and felt unloved.  Before I had moved back home, a friend suggested to me that I attend a certain church.  She had been and said it was great.  The following January, I attended for the first time. I wanted God to take control of my life. At the time, I wasn’t fully ready to put Him in His proper place as my Lord and Savior.  While I was going to church, I met the most amazing girl that would knew was the one. I pursued her and a year and a half after we met, we were married. 

It’s at this point that I should reiterate some things about porn that probably most readers here are familiar with.  One thing that helps a porn addict persist in this illness is distance and darkness. No one knowing what is really going on behind closed doors when you’re alone perpetuates the cycle.  To the porn addict, the worst thing that could happen is that someone else would find out who we really are. If they did, surely they wouldn’t love us.  In fact, they’d probably run the opposite direction. Loneliness and emptiness to me are huge factors that dominate a porn addict’s thinking.  They look at the porn to feel good. They continually run the cycle of the buildup, acting out, shame, swearing it off to never do again only to find themselves doing it again. It’s nearly a hopeless struggle less God reaching down into the muck to pull us out.  For my wife, part of the issue was what I was doing. It was wrong and disgusting. The bigger issue was the lying. I lied to her about who I was and what I was doing. That was the absolute trust killer.

I pick up the story here to explain that my wife didn’t know what a total jerk and fraud I was.  She had bits and pieces of the story of my past, but not the total honest, truth about who I was.  With that we began our marriage.  It was a rocky start filled with other rocky moments due to my acting out. I betrayed her trust, defiled our marriage bed with porn, and destroyed her spirit.  For that, I am truly sorry and saddened.

During November of 2009, she was out of town and I had an acting out episode. When she came home, God had basically told her that I was guilty.  She asked if I had looked at anything and all I could do was come clean. That began our recovery.  I won’t go into the details of those first few weeks and months. Suffice it to say that it was a total nightmare.  And at the same time, it was a total blessing.  The following day, I called a friend from our small group and confessed (just like James 5 says) what I had done. He listened and prayed for me. He wasn’t judgmental.  For that I am very thankful.  It was at that moment that I was freed of this sin.  I can’t explain it other than it felt like a jail break.  I was finally free. It was like the shackles came off and I could finally run. And run I did.  I began counseling and installed Covenant Eyes on everything I had that was electronic and connected to the internet. I would have installed Covenant Eyes on our microwave if I thought that would help.  I read everything I could get my hands on about porn addiction. Day by day, I began the slow task of my part of restoring my relationship with God and wife. I finally had hope and could see probably the most tangible fruit of God in my life through my healing.  Let there be no mistake, I didn’t get out of this because of what I could do. I got out of the life of porn because I did what God said I should do. That makes all the difference.  Before that November, I’d prayed a million times to be healed. I’d sworn off porn a million times. If praying and swearing alone were enough, I would have been free.  The issue was that no one else knew. The minute I confessed my sin to another follower, I opened a door to healing.

In the months that followed, God pointed me to George and Ashley and some other people I’ll let remain nameless.  George and another friend gave me some of the best advice that has helped since I began this journey.  I called George one day and asked when he had some time to talk.  He gave me a ring back and really helped me put some things in perspective. The thing that had the most impact on me was when G told me I’ve got to want to get better because I’m doing it for my relationship with God, not because I’m doing this for my wife.  The byproduct of my focus on God would be a better, stronger, trusting relationship with my wife.  That was a hard pill to swallow. When I was looking at the idea of losing everything, all I could think about was just fixing me and my wife.  G really helped me refocus what I was doing. For that, I am very thankful.  I also received other advice from another friend. 

He told me that I had to quit defending myself and to apologize. Just keep apologizing.  It didn’t matter that my wife kept asking me why things would be different.  I needed to keep on apologizing, quit defending, and explain to her as many times as it took why my life was now different. That was hard too.  That was part of establishing trust again.  Day by day. Minute by minute.  Doing what I said I was doing was huge. I’d spent over 5 years not doing what I was saying I was doing.  I was lying.  Now I had to begin by closing that integrity gap and being who I said I was.  Basically, my wife was now married to a totally new man.  She didn’t even know me.  Of course there are some things that she knows.  I’m messy.  I’m not near as skilled a planner as she is.  I like to talk in the morning and I’m ready to go when I get out of bed. But overall, I was very different to what she was used to.  That took and is still taking time for her to get used to.  Less understanding that God is in the miracle business, it really is hard to believe that someone could live nearly 25 years in the mess of porn and all that entails and then suddenly be changed in an instant.  It doesn’t make sense without God in the mix. 

In the end, when everything is quiet and I’m alone, I know that I have God’s spirit living inside me, guiding me and my every step. He is the one that helps me honor my wife and my marriage.

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To The Man Who Refuses to Grow

Dear sir,

When your wife cries to me I used to feel so sorry for her, but now I feel sorry for you. Your wife is changing. She’s growing. I can’t even express how proud of her I am. But here you are. One second you say you are willing to do whatever it takes, you say you’re sorry, you tell her you love her … the next you are saying you want a divorce, your friends have wives that aren’t like this, you blame her for your lack of growth, and you say “I doubt any men who say they’ve changed in this really have anyway.”

You go in circles and seem to have multiple personalities. Do you really want to change? Or is this just a game to you? Do you enjoy messing with your wife’s heart? Do you really like porn that much? Are the internet, TV, and movies, really that important to you?

How can you tell her you love her than throw the word “divorce” in her face? How can you not be willing to do whatever it takes to help your wife feel safe when you’ve broken her trust for so many years?

You’re not a failure, but you sure are acting like it. You CAN change and there are plenty of men who have. Porn and lust are only the beginning of your issues. Once you put these behind you there are so many more. Why dwell in porn and lust? Why dwell in lies? Why dwell your current self-centered ways? It’s time to move past this. It’s time to fight.

Do not be a coward. Fight with all that you have, even if it’s not much. Be a man to admire because of his virtue and reflection of Christ, not a man just like everyone else. It’s easy to be like the world. Stand up for what is right and true. Strip the lies from your life, the idols, the masks, the distractions — and face God directly. Face Him, love Him, and do not move from that place until you love Him too much to treat His daughter (your wife) so poorly.

It saddens me so much that you are unwilling to change. That you want to sit in the filth of self-centeredness and let it eat away your marriage and your heart. It saddens me that no matter how many times you hear the truth, you are still unwilling to sacrifice anything for God, or your wife. It saddens me that you’d choose divorce over true love. It saddens me that you don’t desire God, who loves you even when you don’t. And it saddens me, so deeply, that after all Jesus Christ has done for you … you aren’t willing to do anything for Him.

I love you, dear husband. I do. I know you are a victim in this sad cycle too. The problem is … you haven’t admitted it yet. Change can’t begin until you admit to your problems. I’m praying for you. That you will look around and see that there are real men out there. Men who fight. Men who don’t give up. Men who sacrifice their lives for God because they love Him. Men who lay down anything they desire for their wives, because they love her. Men who take responsibility for their own sin instead of blaming their wives. Men who hunger and thirst for righteousness. Men who are poor in spirit, who mourn the sins in this world, who are meek, merciful, makers of peace, and pure of heart. Men who would rather suffer than see their wives cry.

Men who love God and others more than they love themselves.

Your sister,
Ashley

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Men: What You Really Need

Men often email us asking for practical steps to getting rid of the desire to look at porn. They ask for such systematic answers. There are some of those out there. Lots of practical steps to take for this. But if you’re taking those steps and you’re not on the right path the steps won’t get you anywhere. You’ll just end up treading super hard on a treadmill and getting nowhere.

If a man wants to get somewhere what he really needs is simple. He needs to desires the things of God and literally, literally, literally come to a point where he is appalled by lust, sin, pornography, and objectifying women.

If he isn’t appalled by it, then he’s not on the right path. You can set up accountability and internet filters and get support groups together and read every book in the market, but those things will mean nothing if you aren’t on the right path. This is why we really stress the importance of stepping away from the world, cutting off all entertainment and distractions, and stepping into silence before God. Get to know Him, draw near to Him, learn more about Him. Spend more time with God than you do anyone or anything else. Get rid of idols and masks and stand before Him with purity of heart. Allow Him to cleanse your heart.

What you really need, dear husband’s, is more of God in your life. In this culture it’s so very tough to do this. There are so many distractions. So much noise. So many whispers in your ears that tell you to “just take a second look, it won’t hurt anyone.” You must come to a point where your wife cannot deny that you are obsessed with God. That your addiction is toward nothing but God.

When George got to this point I couldn’t deny his change. I tried to, but I just couldn’t. He loved God more than I did back then. He sought purity while I drenched myself with self-pity, wanting to be pitied by everyone, including God. Both of us, men and women, need more God. We need to pursue Him with all of our hearts, souls, and minds.

The practical steps that can be taken to rid porn are great tools, but you have to have a desire for purity and a hate for sin. It’s the key to your healing. So cut out your eye and consume yourself with your Father in Heaven. The only One who can truly help you through this.

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He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not

He proposed to me with tears in his eyes. He loves me.

He said, “I do,” that humid July night. He loves me.

A few months later, I found a link on our computer. He loves me not.

A few hours later, he sobbed at my feet and apologized. He loves me.

A few hours later, he lied and told me that was the only time her ever did it. He loves me not.

A few days later, he told me everything and spent weeks doing everything he could to show me that he was changing. He loves me.

I had to pry for the truth and he told me he still struggled with thinking sexual things of women at work. He loves me not.

He called me every time he felt tempted at work (or as soon as he could), no matter how uncomfortable it made him feel. He loves me.

He got angry when I questioned him and told him I was still hurting. He loves me not.

It’s a never-ending game. He loves me, he loves me not. I played it so many times with George. Even sang this song to myself at night. After awhile, though, the song needed to end. I was driving George crazy, and myself. Keeping tabs on everything he did (and didn’t do). Completely consumed with his actions, that was me. So much for keeping no record of wrongs. Not only did I keep them, but I replayed them in my head daily and reminded George of them daily as well.

He didn’t do everything right, but the man sought change like no other man I’ve known. He wanted it, and he wanted it BAD. He was willing to do whatever it took, even beyond whatever it took, but it didn’t matter to me. He did everything I asked, and still, I badgered him with my disappointment.

I couldn’t move on. I was stuck on that last flower petal that said “he loves me not” and I was afraid to pluck it, afraid of what would happen if there were no more petals to pluck. So I stayed there and dwelt on “he loves me not” so much that I made him wonder if he really did love me or not.

George had his moments. He wasn’t perfect. He’d get upset or mad. He’d justify himself and his own “rights.” But for the most part, he was gentle, kind, and whenever I got angry he’d end up in tears. For me. For us. Not for his own pain. A lot of men we talk to are stuck in justifying themselves. They don’t want to live in a “prison.” They don’t want to stop doing the things they enjoy, even if it makes their wives uncomfortable. They are still stuck on enjoying life so much that they don’t realize their wives are holding back tears every time they go out the door. George never did that to me.

And here’s the sad thing … it didn’t make a difference.

See, your husband could be doing everything wrong, and mine did so, so many things right. But our hearts are still the same. Messed up, bruised, shattered. We are lost. We are hopeless. We are stuck in distrust and unfamiliar grounds. We have built up walls and we want our husband’s to fight for us and break down the walls, but at the same time … we fear him. We are women. We either give you all of us, or none of us. We don’t know how to do anything else. When we give our hearts to a man, he will see us in our most vulnerable state. More than anyone else on earth ever will. When he crushes us, we take everything away and make him fight like there’s no tomorrow to get us back.

And quite honestly, after someone is unfaithful, they better fight like there’s no tomorrow to get their spouse back! But sometimes he doesn’t. And in my case, he did, but I was stuck behind my huge wall. No matter how many times George whacked at those bricks, I put another one up in its place. He was getting nowhere.

Until I caved.

What did it take for me to finally allow the bricks to fall down?

1.) I could no longer deny the fact that he had changed. Truly changed.

2.) He fought and fought and fought, and I started to feel sorry for him, because he was getting nowhere.

3.) I realized that I had a lot of issues, and no matter how much I wanted to believe it, I wasn’t the only victim.

4.) I remembered our wedding vows, and realized that I wasn’t living up to them.

5.) I thought of God’s love for me, no matter how many times I chose to be entertained by a movie with His name in vain or thought of my own desires above His, He loved me just the same.

6.) I remembered a very important key. I loved George. I loved him. I married him. I loved him, and I still loved him even after all the pain. Love.

Was I really willing to let go of my love for him because he made a mistake? Was I willing to say that I am better than God? That I deserve love and if someone doesn’t love me “right” in return, that I can build up a wall and never let them in my heart again? Was I willing to tell Jesus that it’s too hard to be like Him, that I’d rather have a crown of jewels when He had a crown of thorns?

When I realized that I wasn’t willing to do any of those things … my heart softened. The bricks crumbled to the ground. And my marriage found a new foundation and has been building and building ever since. Our marriage is beautiful now. He is sitting three feet from me as I type this, and I can’t wait to stop typing so I can touch his hand, kiss his cheek, look into his green eyes and tell him that he is the best thing on earth that has ever happened to me.

And the most beautiful part about it … I know that he feels the same, but I no longer think about that, I’m too consumed with looking at him to even think about what I look like to him.

The real question isn’t — He loves me, He loves me not.

It’s — Do you love him, or do you love him not?

I love my husband. So much. Do you still love yours?