BetrayedHurtAngry
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It's been approximately 2 months since the day my husband confessed. We've been through it all in these two months: from me screaming and cursing him, to reading the recommended books, to endless amounts of "relations" to numb my pain and ensure we are both getting what we need, to self harm on my part. I am recovering, but it comes in waves as you all know. I write in my journal when new feelings emerge, and we have been a lot more open. But I'm still so self-conscious. I have looked at endless amounts of normal breast/labia galleries because I feel like something is wrong with me. I feel so ugly and gross. I found out that my husband is a "boob guy." I never knew that before. When we got married I wore a size b, so naturally he's never told me he loves boobs. Now my breasts are used and not perky and pretty like they used to be. I've nursed both of our children, and I'm currently pregnant with our third. To find out he is a boob guy has completely ruined me. He says mine are perfect and that it's "quality over quantity" for him, but then I feel like then why the f where you staring at other women's if mine are so perfect? He also confessed to looking and sexualizing women in public. I can't leave the house with him without constantly "assessing the threat." I'll see a woman on social media or TV and wonder why I can't have a beautiful body like that. I'm constantly comparing myself. I just want to be happy in my body, but I physically can't. Not knowing what he was looking at. I feel miserable and like I can't function. I think I'll find a therapist once we move in a few months.
How did you ladies deal with these feelings of inadequacy and insecurities? I try to tell myself it's not my fault, then I imagine him searching those videos and images with me awake (wanting him) in the next room and that goes out the window. I just want to scream. Why why why would they do this to us???
How did you ladies deal with these feelings of inadequacy and insecurities? I try to tell myself it's not my fault, then I imagine him searching those videos and images with me awake (wanting him) in the next room and that goes out the window. I just want to scream. Why why why would they do this to us???