It’s hard to believe that it has been a year and a half
since my first experience reaching out to others like me… other WoPA’s (Wife of Porn Addict). I feel like I am such a different person than
I was a year and a half ago.
I’m braver.
I’m stronger.
Tonight is my first night back at
Camp Scabs and it was
pretty wonderful.
We congregated
together as a new group of friends.
I’m
sure most of the WoPA’s here don’t quite realize what close friends we will all
be by the end of this weekend.
After dinner we did quick introductions and headed out to
our campfire where we “burnt shit”.
I was surprised at how much pain was expressed at the
burning of all our personal triggers, pain, current hell, past hell and more. Sometimes I am still shocked at the power and
pain that this addiction has on us, the wives.
Sometimes I wish the addicts could see what we go through, the pain that
their choices cause these beautiful, smart, funny, amazing woman. These women are so eager and willing to give
their entire hearts to their husbands, they want their marriages to succeed,
they pray for it and hope with all their hope that their husbands will fight. But I see the fear and pain and doubt in
their eyes. I hear the exhaustion in
their stories.
Tonight we burned our shit.
Tonight I burned my lingerie, the lingerie that I can’t ever
wear again because of the pain it causes me.
I loved it.
I felt so alive and free and empowered.
I only wish that it was this simple in “real” life. Just throwing everything in a fire and
watching it burn into ashes and turn into a pile of nothing. Then simply wash my hands and walk away.
Unfortunately, for all of us, it is simply not that simple.
I love these women so much already. My heart hurts for them and wants them to
find peace and happiness.
My fear is that it just doesn’t exist.
