Looking back this time was so dark.
I recognize now that I chose this.
Hubs (who has given me consent to share) had been looking at porn. It could be considered mild on the spectrum of addiction, but it was still was just that—an addiction.
In the past he had talked to ecclesiastical leaders and even therapists who told him he was fine and didn’t have a problem—which he chose to believe.
One day he texted me from work to see if we could talk that night.
Through tears he told me he needed help—it.gutted.me.
I don’t share this to disparage my husband but purely to give a little background to my story.
This happened within a few days of his first panic attack.
My world had literally turned upside down.
It felt as though everything I was certain of in my life vanished. And trauma ensued . . . .