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She had the ring on her finger for six months… until a week before the wedding when she looked at her fiancé’s phone and saw something ‘shocking’: He had been watching porn!

She couldn’t believe it. Claire decided to write about her experience:

I’m THAT girl. That girl that spent 6 months with a ring on her finger thinking I had finally found what I’d been looking for. The girl that was about to step foot into the journey of her “dreams coming true.” That girl that planned an entire wedding only to find a week prior that it was all a lie from the beginning. That girl that believes experiences like this MUST BE TALKED ABOUT because keeping quiet only leaves deeper wounds and undeniable scars. I’m finally talking about it. My hope is that someone who reads this knows she’s not the first one to go through something similar, and it’s okay to hurt for a long long time. It’s okay to take time to grieve. It’s okay to feel broken. And there IS HOPE FOR HEALING.

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And for whatever reason, I stood up and reached for his phone instead of mine to see when the store would be closed.

That’s when I found it.

Three words on his search bar that changed my entire view. Three words that concluded he’d been searching for pornography possibly just hours ago. My entire demeanor must have changed in the brief second when I read those words because he asked me what was wrong. I asked why those words were typed into his search bar, and I looked at him with pleading eyes, hoping there was some logical explanation.

I exited out of that window on his phone, only to find multiple windows open of sick and twisted ideas of what women supposedly look like. I felt sick to my stomach.

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I’ll never forget when the truth finally came out.

Those words still sting. “It’s me… I have a problem.”

At first, I thought it was some sick joke. It never occurred to me that pornography addiction would ever leak into my life or affect me in such a deep and excruciating way. I’d never thought too much about that particular aspect of people’s lives until it glared at me in the face through dark and wicked eyes. At first, I thought maybe I called the wrong number. I thought there isn’t a way in the world this could be true. I pleaded with God: “Please no… No. No. NO! Please don’t do this to me!”

The phone fell out of my hands and hung up before I had a chance to say much more. I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry. I wanted to kick and punch the wall. But in that moment, I felt paralyzed. I had a sudden frightening sensation of someone grasping at my neck as if someone or something was attempting to suffocate me to my death.

​It wasn’t long before I found myself sobbing and screaming uncontrollably. Between sobs, my heart felt morbidly dysfunctional and stone cold. Little did I know it would feel like that for a very long time. I firmly called my wedding off as I sat across from the man I loved who suddenly seemed to be a stranger. I spent the night restlessly in a panic with uncontrollable tremors from my head to my toes. Everything felt dark and empty, and I couldn’t help but wonder if maybe the sun wasn’t going to come up in the morning this time. Maybe I’d be swallowed up by this suffocating darkness for the rest of my life.