The following is one couple’s story, shared with us in a letter. The couple gave us permission to share this letter with you. We believe it will be helpful for any couples struggling through the early stages of recovery from sexual brokenness, betrayal and distrust.
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by The Wife of a Redeemed Sex Addict
Our healing journey began right before our 11th wedding anniversary. My husband’s addiction began without much trauma or fanfare. No history of abuse, Christian parents, nurturing home. It just became a way for him to medicate pain and he thrived on the secrecy; the secret became a way to manipulate and control.
Throughout our marriage we had dealt with anger issues. We didn’t seem to be good at resolving conflict; we attributed this to both being the firstborns in our families of origin. Little did I know what was stirring underneath.
I knew about Rick’s porn use (and would attack him about it and try to find some new way to keep him from looking at it – not that it worked), and about every two years I’d discover that he had engaged in some kind of inappropriate flirtatious email or texting with another woman. Each time, we would read another book or take some kind of marriage class or seminar. But nothing seemed to break the cycle.
Rick had always told me that I just didn’t understand. That was certainly true! I had no idea just how deep this went. I assumed it was only behavioral, and thus something that could simply be stopped if he cared enough. I thought I could keep him on the straight and narrow by monitoring his email, checking his phone, basically waiting for a glimpse of another shoe dropping and somehow keep it from doing so. I thought I could get angry enough or cry enough for him to see how much pain he was causing me and that this would somehow make him stop. It never did. It only caused pain and resentment to build up in me over our entire marriage.
Rick finally reached a place where he felt like he was never going to walk any closer with the Holy Spirit until he laid down this addiction. He prayed with some pastors and started attending a men’s group. This was his first experience with genuine community and accountability with other guys.
After Rick’s confession, he basically shut me out of the process. He said I couldn’t walk this journey with him, that I couldn’t be his accountability partner, and that if I knew some of the things that went on in his head I would freak out. He started meeting with a male accountability partner once a week, in addition to his weekly group meeting.
Rick “shutting me out” BROKE me. I’d been stripped of everything I had been doing to “help Rick” for over ten years, the only things I knew how to do. Instead of feeling freed by that, I was absolutely terrified. Surely these guys didn’t know how Rick was, how he operated, how well he could lie. They didn’t know him like I did, so surely they couldn’t affect change or get a handle on him.
With nowhere left to go, and nothing left to do, I sought the Lord and I surrendered Rick to Him. I knew that God would walk with me through this if I would just seek him. Of course, I didn’t know at the time just how much I was going to need to lean on Him in the next few weeks and months.
I ordered three books – Breaking Free by Russell Willingham, I Surrender All by Clay & Renee Crosse, and Hope After Betrayal by Meg Wilson – and wanted to get through them as quickly as I could. Rick has always teased that “when the tough gets going, the going buys books on Amazon.” But I knew I needed more input and that, this time, buying books on Amazon wasn’t just a lame attempt to fix things.
I read the first book (Breaking Free) on a Friday night after Rick was in bed. Rick had always said, “You don’t understand addiction.” Over and over he would say this, so Breaking Free seemed like the logical place to start. It was written for the addict, but I figured I could find something useful in it and maybe start to try to understand sexual addiction.
I sobbed my way through different parts of the book because I realized my own downfalls. I realized that I hadn’t been seeking God’s nurturing and guidance regularly and that I thought Rick could meet those needs in my life. And when he didn’t, I would feel heartbroken, angry, and resentful. All those emotions would be directed at Rick for something that really wasn’t even his fault. I put up walls between us without knowing it. I failed to nurture him and to really listen to him. I didn’t extend grace to him much at all, if ever.
When I couldn’t sleep after finishing the book, I wrote him a letter, asking for his forgiveness, extending him true support as he walks through the steps of recovery, and letting him know that I accept him and love him dearly. I also let him know that I was actively going to try to redirect my dependence on him to utter dependence on the Lord. In writing this letter, the walls I had put up started to come down. I began to see Rick as God sees him, and oh, what a difference that made! That was the beginning of the forgiveness process for me, before I even knew all that I would need to forgive.
One of the important things I learned from Breaking Free was that Rick’s addiction was not about me and it wasn’t even about sex. He had told me that before, but it was hard to believe. The addiction existed before me, and it is tied to using the hormones released in the brain to self-medicate pain (in his case, shame, which manifested as severe worthlessness and an unmet need for acceptance). It was an intimacy disorder based on lies and a faulty belief system. As I read through the book, it finally sunk in.
I then read I Surrender All over the next two days, which I also found helpful. All along, I thought Rick’s attending group was so he could fix himself. Little did I know just how much changing and fixing I needed, too. That was something Renee addressed in their book, and it was so evident for me, as well. It was time for me to step up in a big way. I began seeking God daily through a Bible reading and journaling tool that our church promotes. I also attended a one-day prayer training at our church.
The next week, I started reading the last book, Hope After Betrayal. Rick had balked at the title when he saw it, which surprised me. He hadn’t thought of his addiction as betraying me (though he acknowledged the texting incidences certainly were). I told him not to assume that I was accusing him of having an affair just because I was reading a book with that title. I figured there would be useful information in the book, even if it didn’t all apply to us. O, how the Lord works! I didn’t find out until the night I finished the book that everything was applicable to me, to us, and that my worst fear had actually happened.
The last chapter of the book was written by Meg Wilson’s husband, and he wrote it in such a way as to answer some of the common questions he gets when he and Meg share their story. One of the questions was, “Do I need to know everything?” His answer was “yes and no.” Most men will only partially disclose in the beginning, hoping to spare the relationship some pain. Meg said earlier in the book that partial disclosure is more painful than no disclosure at all. Her husband warned, however, that Meg regrets knowing some of the details she requested of him. Bottom line, he needs to disclose the avenues to which the addiction has gone, but the small details can only serve to cause more pain during the recovery process.
Reading that chapter gave me the impetus to ask Rick one more time what exactly we were dealing with (I had asked a few time before and always received the “just porn” answer). After putting the kids to bed one night, I told Rick that God had worked mightily and swiftly in me the previous three weeks and that I wanted recovery to be real and complete. Furthermore, I did not want him to be attending a support group only to drop something new and devastating into my lap that would send my journey backward. I did not expect to hear what I heard next. I fear those words will haunt me forever.
I went numb and sat on the floor of the kitchen as Rick told me about an incident several years prior. It was no one we knew and no one with whom he still had contact. Just a random girl who was at his previous company for a short while. He had left her place without “finishing,” distraught about the lengths to which the lust had gone, and unable to deal with the incredible pain and shame he was feeling as a result of his infidelity.
I did not yell that night. I did not condemn. But I sobbed; absolutely sobbed. One of the first things I felt was compassion for Rick. He had carried this around for several years, and his entire healing process would have been hung up on this one thing forever. Our entire level of intimacy as a married couple would have been based on a lie, a lie in Rick’s head that whispered, “If only she knew about this.” And now it was finally out.
As hurt as I was, I needed Rick that night. I needed his presence and I needed his touch, even if there was nothing left to be said. I prayed out loud for him and for us as I cried and held onto him. That was probably one of the hardest things I have ever done. I can only say that the Holy Spirit knew what he was doing in me. He had been molding and shaping my heart the previous weeks to prepare me for that moment so that in the hurt and the pain I could show the grace and love of Christ to my husband. And I truly felt it. My God is mighty to save. He saved me from making a bad situation worse. I know for sure my reaction would have been completely different even just a month prior.
Rick asked for my forgiveness. I wasn’t sure what that looked like, so I grabbed my book. Meg said choosing to forgive was really more like choosing to enter into the forgiveness process. I certainly was willing to do that. I still loved my husband and was seeking reconciliation. So yes, I would forgive. Everything I had learned in the previous weeks helped me see in that moment that this incident, as devastating as it was to me, was a symptom of something much larger.
The journey from then until now has not been easy. There was another disclosure of Rick having kissed another coworker in years past. (That sent me backward for a good month or so) But God has been so faithful in this journey of reconciliation. We have seen some amazing fruit come out of our brokenness and Rick’s transparency. Our relationship has already been transformed in so many ways. I have become the safe person for Rick that he never thought I could be, and it is only because of the heart change that the Holy Spirit brought about in me. I understand so much more about God’s grace and about the new covenant that Jesus came to establish. I’m profoundly and humbly grateful for His sacrifice and incredible love for us.
God gave me a verse at the beginning of this journey, which helps me keep my emotions in perspective. It keeps the anger and bitterness at bay and helps me focus on Jesus instead of the pain:
2 Samuel 14:14b
“But God does not just sweep life away; instead, he devises ways to bring us back when we have been separated from him.”
The pain has been intense, no doubt, but I know that our God is so much bigger than sexual addiction. I believe that He has a hope and a future in store for us as a couple if we continue to be faithful to Him on this journey.
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