For women in a relationship with a sex addict: You matter! What you are experiencing is called betrayal trauma. It is real, and very similar to PTSD. Whether or not your partner reaches out for help, you CAN! Here’s one way to do that–a retreat for women like you. Below is a little note about… Read More Bloom Retreat: Body, Mind and Soul
Hey, ladies! Have you heard about Addo Recovery? I LOVE them! They offer addiction programs, resources, and best of all a FREE online betrayal trauma course for wives of porn addicts. The premise of the course is that most survivors of post-traumatic stress disorder, or PTSD, follow a certain pattern: They are traumatized over a limited amount… Read More For traumatized women
Dear Jane, I know who you are. Sometimes I’ve walked with you. Other times we’ve connected from afar. But I am aware of you. I think of you often. More than you know. You haven’t written any books, appeared on any talk shows, had your picture in the newspaper, or gotten millions of hits on… Read More In praise of plain Jane
One morning shortly after I left my first husband, I stormed into my parents’ kitchen, gritting my teeth and raising my fists into the air. “That’s does it!” I declared. “I am going to build a website! I am going to put all the resources in one place! I don’t know how or when, but… Read More Come and see!
Editor’s note: I wrote this post while I was still blogging anonymously. Although it is directed to my Wives of Porn Addicts (WoPAs)–the only audience I had at the time–I think there are some lessons here that apply to all of us, no matter what our circumstances. Did you ever keep a diary during your… Read More Blogging Binoculars
A long, tall modelesque woman rises to her feet. Jet-black hair frames her ivory face. In her sleek arms lies a small baby. He fusses, but she bounces him slightly and he calms. “Hi, my name is Jane Doe,” she says. “My husband is a porn addict … and apparently I’m certifiably insane.” The motley… Read More I know you’re not crazy
She cuddles beside her fiance in the chilly theater, watching the movie … but not. She’d rather watch the image replay over and over in her mind of the man beside her, only hours ago, kneeling at her feet. She’s giddy and distracted by the new piece of glitter on her left hand. Even in… Read More What did you do with the ring?
Flashback to July 6, 2012 … It rained tonight. In fact, it was a torrential downpour. My friend Emily had scooped me up to take me out for a much-needed girls’ night, and as we drove through sheets of water, the gutters began to overflow and mini-rivers gurgled down the drains around us. Enormous bursts… Read More Dancing in the rain
Exactly two years ago today, on February 28, 2012, I started an anonymous blog called Healing at Heaven’s Fountain under the pen name, “Angel Williams.” I had happened upon sort of an underground faith-based anti-porn movement. I was elated when I learned that as an in-cognito wife of a porn addict I was not alone as… Read More Flashbacks & the Mysterious Underground Blogosphere
I’m running again. The sweat burns my eyes. My heart pounds in rhythm with my footsteps. I slam my feet down angrily, wishing I could flatten my love handles as easily as I hammer the soft path beneath my sneakers. I awaken the next morning and the next and the next … and she’s still… Read More Eat me
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