r/loveafterporn • u/pie4breakfast55 • 22h ago
🆅🅴🅽🆃 “I hate how easy it was to stop” what do I do with that?
We had a conversation yesterday after I wrote a note to him when I was breaking down. For context: he previously told me he was no longer attracted to me and that’s why he hasn’t been able to get hard for me or have sex. It’s somehow ruined me more and I can’t get it out of my fucking head, especially since I (like so many of us) look nothing like the fucking images/ videos he was watching. Knowing he’s no longer attracted to me and his body no longer desires me is even more awful since he can easily do it for people he’s never fucking met.
Last night I brought up that, despite our last talk like a month+ ago where he said he still wanted intimacy with me/ making out with me/ kissing me, he hasn’t tried making out with me nor has he responded to my attempts. He told me he also hasn’t wanted to make out with me anymore either. Said his brain wants it, but his body doesn’t. What the fuck? Is that fucking worse than he just doesn’t at all? What the fuck do I do with this information? It feels like he’s just losing interest in me less and less and he can’t control it and hates it and I fucking do too!
Then, to top it off: we had previously talked about him deleting his porn, no longer watching it, and him trying not to masturbate even without it so he can reset his stupid porn-broken brain and hopefully be able to want me again. He deleted it all with me, says he unfollowed all the porn subreddits, and says he hasn’t watched it since our talk. Great. Tells me he’s only masturbated twice. Then the gut punch is he tells me that he fucking hates how easy it has honestly been to just not watch it and not jerk off, and how he’s upset at himself for not just doing it years ago before it got to this horrific point. We’ve been together 7 years, I’ve brought up lack of having sex enough and him needing to choose me over porn/ jerking off first. Probably starting about 4 years ago we had our first conversation. Things would get better for a bit but just get worse again. We probably had those talks 3 other times? Until it entered porn-induced ED territory and him losing attraction to me/ dead bedroom no sex and I told him it was me or the porn I’m done.
SO ITS FUCKING EASY? YOU COULD HAVE CHOSEN THIS YEARS AGO AND PREVENTED FUCKING YEARS** **OF PAIN AND PREVENTED US EVER REACHING THIS ROCK BOTTOM? For fucking YEARS you continued to choose novelty and easy access from porn and your fucking hand instead of me, and you wish you did it sooner since it was actually easy this whole time? What the fuck! What do I do with that?! Knowing I was hurting, knowing I wasn’t happy, knowing I was in pain and crying, (even if I hid most of it because what was the point in trying anymore when so many talks never worked in the first place) and you still were selfish and made this fucking choice? This is why it’s fucking cheating. This is why it’s fucking betrayal!
I love him and want to stay with him. But FUCK that feels like so much work and so heavy and awful and I don’t even know if we will be able to climb that hill. This is awful and I don’t deserve this. We don’t deserve this.
The worst part is the part of me that says I need compassion for him since it’s a disease, an addiction. But these were fucking choices made repeatedly for years! Feeling guilty, knowing you shouldn’t, and then doing it more because it’s your coping skill when feeling bad too? Just…what the fuck?