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this post is not for children's eyes
i am 2 years divorced. three years for the whole thing.
out of curiosity and boredom i googled the ex's name. he popped up on regular dating sites as "straight" and looking for a wife. then he popped up on icky sites as "bisexual" and looking for fun. his sex addcition involved engaging in anonymous sex with men in bathrooms and parks as part of his secret life.
ya know, the split personality of the sex addict is fascinating. the double secret life. what gets me is - he had two (hundred thousand dollar) psychiatric hospitalizations at the meadows, personal counseling by patrick carnes and mary pratt, and years of sobriety. and HE'S STILL DOING IT! and still trying to con me.
he still comes to me with puppy eyes and hints whether we will ever reconcile. dual personality. the double secret life.
it occured to me that he didn't love me, he loved the home and security i created.
i still miss his money. moneybags. I'll admit it.
i am eternally grateful to my heavenly father who told me verbally to "pack his stuff, put it in storage and change the locks."
this post is not for children's eyes
i am 2 years divorced. three years for the whole thing.
out of curiosity and boredom i googled the ex's name. he popped up on regular dating sites as "straight" and looking for a wife. then he popped up on icky sites as "bisexual" and looking for fun. his sex addcition involved engaging in anonymous sex with men in bathrooms and parks as part of his secret life.
ya know, the split personality of the sex addict is fascinating. the double secret life. what gets me is - he had two (hundred thousand dollar) psychiatric hospitalizations at the meadows, personal counseling by patrick carnes and mary pratt, and years of sobriety. and HE'S STILL DOING IT! and still trying to con me.
he still comes to me with puppy eyes and hints whether we will ever reconcile. dual personality. the double secret life.
it occured to me that he didn't love me, he loved the home and security i created.
i still miss his money. moneybags. I'll admit it.
i am eternally grateful to my heavenly father who told me verbally to "pack his stuff, put it in storage and change the locks."