Rereading this post today. I need to. Because I'm starting to forget and just visited the wrong site for a few minutes.When I had the "perfect" collection of porn it wasn't enough. I couldn't have a bit here and there like good chocolate.
No. I binged until I felt gross. I lost the connection to my wife. I MO'd way too much to feel good.
I always think it could be just like having a bit of chocolate once in a while but when I go down that road it never is. It's always like eating ice cream until you want to puke.
So no regrets about losing the perfect collection. What I may think it gives me is not actually what it ever DID give me. Never. And next time wouldn't be any different.
Day 8
Maybe that's another thing to think about when the sirens start calling. Don't listen to them! I'm certain your boy sings a nicer song.It's been bothering me ever since my boy wants to go mountain biking all the time.