I'm running in a 5k in a city about an hour's drive from my home. Since I'm doing it with a bunch of girls in the ward and since we really like each other, we're turning it into a girls weekend and spending the night away from home.
A (teeny tiny and ever shrinking) part of me is a bit nervous for Husband. But the bigger (and growing) part of me realizes that it's all the same whether I'm here or not. That's part of the addiction. No safeguards will prevent it.
So off I go for a weekend of relaxing and running and having a ball! Chanting to myself all the way.
don't panic, don't panic, don't panic. you got this. he's got this. don't panic.
Because of all the things I am, I am not his babysitter.
You can do it!
ReplyDeleteI remember shortly after discovering mr scabs addiction he left fir a business trip to vegas. Vegas! The city where pimps hand out fliers on the streets. I can't stand that place. I tried so hard that week not to drown with anxiety.
Enjoy your race, with all your heart and mind. It'll be good exercise in more ways than one. Practicing letting go is good work.
ReplyDeleteOh please add me too! I know I learn so much from everyone who has suffered at the hands of pornography. I gain strength from all of you
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