Facebook unfortunately reminded me of our spontaneous trip interstate that my D and I took 9yrs ago. My D was 1. We had been married 2 yrs. We went interstate cause I needed to get away from him. An escape I guess. I’d just found out who I really married.
I thought I had married a good Christian man. A leader in his church. He was very highly regarded. We were now leaders in our church.
But I now had no idea of who I married. He lived a secret life. A disgusting vulgar existence. I knew he had a porn addiction, but he told me before we were even engaged that he had dealt with it and was nothing to worry about. He shared this with me straight after I had told him about my trauma history- was like he needed to compare something. Should have noticed that then. Should have been a red flag.
I felt physically sick uncovering everything I did that night on his computer. His small business that was taking in thousands that I had no idea about. His porn addiction that he had apparently dealt with? His homosexuals meet ups. At. Our. Home. Hundreds of emails using such disgusting vulgar language, terms that I’ve never heard of before, language that made it very clear that he had been doing this for a long time. Photos he had sent. I was repulsed. Who was this person?
I didn’t feel safe anymore. I didn’t feel safe with this person. And I didn’t feel safe knowing he had let randoms into our home.
And that’s where my mental health started to spiral. I reached out for a psychologist to start processing all that that stuff but it was too late. My eating disorder was too far gone. And now look where I am. Everything is a total mess.