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I've missed this place, and especially this corner of this place. The truth is, I guess, that I haven't really gone anywhere but just haven't come by for reasons that would probably take a while to explain. I am doing okay - still in law school, still working for a firm in town, and definitely still a sex addict.
I still go to meetings. I keep in touch with my sponsor. A lot of my friends at school and at work know my situation and are there for me, which keeps me focused and accountable. I wish I could say that I have things figured out, though, but I don't. God continues to be a mystery to me. I find even the very basic notion of surrender almost insurmountable on days when I want to reclaim my "master of the universe" status - it's as if I refuse to want to live in this state of trust in my higher power and trust in what the future holds. Like I'm thinking that things have to work out just a certain way or else I'll die and not having faith that things will work out even if they don't work out exactly like I plan them.
And then there is of course the addiction. I do well with it most days it seems like, or maybe I'm just too busy to really think about it. But now and then I get a hit, something pulls me off to one side. I got some text messages from a woman I used to act out with. She's married, and has two children now. The relationship that we have had for several years is very destructive to both of us. I think about the relationships that I've ruined...mine, her's, other people's....I think about all the lies that I've told, all the people that I've used and hurt, all the things that I've done without any real consideration for how what I did would affect other people....and yet my hand still trembles when I look down at my phone and see a message from her. I can play the tape forward, and think about all the possible outcomes -- the bad ones -- divorce, custody hearings, suicide, homicide, kids growing up without a mom, kids growing up without a dad, insanity. And yet, my hand still trembles.
Sometimes I'm angry that I'm this way. I'm angry that I have this...thing...this addiction. But I suppose in the end anger is really a fool's errand because it doesn't change the fact that I am who I am...what I am.
What I need, really, is a group of people that I can be honest with and who can be honest with me. I'm thankful that I have that in my personal life, with my family and friends, with some professors at school, with my bosses at work.
And here, too. It was a big factor in my decision to come back. I hope you're all doing well.
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