I was half asleep, barely conscious but still glad I wasn’t the only grown up awake in the middle of the night. The week we brought our second son home from the hospital I noticed the light on in our home office after a late-night feeding. I remember walking by our home office thinking something wasn’t quite right in there, but I was immersed in my role as a new mom and pretended I didn’t care. We bought our first house, gave birth to our first son and wired our home for this amazing new global information and communication thing called the Internet all in the same year. I remember thinking early in our marriage something wasn’t quite right, but I decided it probably wasn’t a big deal. He believed getting married would solve the porn problem, but it didn’t. He later found porn in his home and developed a compulsive habit of porn use. Being curious boys, they took the magazines to their tree house and pornography crept into his world. My husband was 7 years old when he and a buddy found a stack of magazines in the woods behind their neighborhood.
By Lynn Marie Cherry, author of Keep Walking: 40 Days to Hope and Freedom after Betrayal
