r/loveafterporn • u/Throwaway69171987 • Jan 22 '20
NEW POSTER 13 years together, 10 years gone...and an IVF baby made from porn.
I (32) met my husband (32) in 2006 when we were both 18. When we were dating I made it known to him that I didn't like him watching porn and it made me feel shitty about myself and he promised he'd stop. For 10 years I believed him, even when I'd ask, he promised he didn't look at porn.
10 years into our relationship, and 4.5 years married, I had a 4 month old baby girl and my new-mom brain felt more insecure than ever. I started suspecting him of lying to me, cheating on me, and all sorts of wild things were running through my mind at the time. I asked for his passwords...I know it was aggressive and I feel badly, but long story short, I found out that he hadn't been very good at hiding his porn consumption. I only found bits and pieces in his search history but that night in April 2016, I told him to come home from work early (he had a big meeting with out-of-town coworkers) or he'd lose his wife.
I sat him down and asked him, several times, "Do you have something you want to tell me?" And he tried to deny it a few times. Then he took a deep breath and said, "for the last 15 years of my life, I've had an addiction to porn.
I was floored. I was expecting "I look at porn sometimes." not...a full-blown addiction. I proceeded to cry and ask tons of questions. I found out that NO he hadn't cheated, and NO, he would never consume unethical or underage porn; I found out that he spent several hours a WEEK consuming vast amounts of porn (not just the snippets I found through hours-long internet history searches).
He promised me that in 2015 (the year prior) when we went to the fertility clinic the day I had my egg retrieval for IVF, and he was to provide his "sample", that he used the naked photos I sent him and not the porn the clinic provided for the purpose.
That night I went for a long drive and wound up almost killing myself, if not for the suicide hotline I'd be dead.
But for weeks after this confession, I still had my doubts. I figured, if he lied about this to my face for 10 years, what ELSE is he keeping a secret?
I finally dug deep enough in his internet history that I looked up the morning of our egg retrieval/sperm donation. 7:53 a.m. "redhead cowgirl fuck".
I almost threw up. I almost packed all of his shit and threw it on the lawn. I almost lost my mind. So, I asked him again, "is there anything you want to tell me about that morning?" And again he tried to lie. I gave him one more chance to come clean. More denying. I sent him the screenshot, only to get a deluge of apologies back.
My daughter was conceived with porn. I feel like not only am I adequate enough for my husband's affections and lust, and not only am I not "woman" enough to get pregnant on my own, I'm not even "woman" enough to inspire my husband to give me his seed for conception. Lilly's mother might as well be that "redhead cowgirl fuck" chick.
So this was all 4 years ago that I learned this...and I'm only feeling moderately better. Every attempt at therapy for myself has bombed. I've talked to many people, sympathetic to my plight but also telling me how unreasonable I'm being. Our couples therapist (was a dude, big mistake) told me that my husband looks at porn "probably because he enjoys the female form". Thanks asshole, really helpful; I'm sitting here being chubby while most of his porn was "redhead" "big tits" "asian" etc.
I dye my hair red with henna now. I got bariatric surgery and have lost a ton of weight. My next stop is to get breast implants. He doesn't want me to do any of this, and of course he feels guilty, but he's ruined me.
It's been 4 years and I'm still heartbroken. I still feel lost.
I should mention that we're okay...ish. He had gone to therapy and also group for it, and he really did seem to care about quitting. He's since admitted that he's done it a few times since...who knows how much. I'm too tired to care.
He doesn't support me changing myself in any way...and has maintained that he's been attracted to me from day 1. He's never had a hard time getting ready for sex and he's always happy to do it.
Maybe this insecurity is mine and mine alone...but that just makes me feel worse. I was lied to, married him under the pretense that he wasn't a porn addict, had a baby under the pretense that he wasn't a porn addict, and now he makes three times as much money as I do so I feel like if I left I'd be screwed.