I wish this was easy. It isn’t. But here’s my straight-up review of living with porn addiction as a couple. I’m not a therapist. I’m a partner who stayed, left once, and then came back with new rules. And yes, we still love each other. Some days, that feels big. Some days, it feels small.
For anyone who wants the play-by-play of how we first spotted the problem and decided to fight it together, I laid it all out in this unfiltered chronicle of living with porn addiction in our relationship.
How It Started (I Didn’t Want To See It)
At first, I shrugged it off. Late-night scrolling. Long showers. The “I’m just tired” line. He made jokes, and I laughed too loud. I told myself, it’s normal. Everyone does it. But the jokes got mean. The hugs felt hollow. I started feeling like background noise in my own home.
One night I woke at 2 a.m. The blue light hit the ceiling. He snapped the phone face down. My stomach dropped. I said, “Everything okay?” He said, “Yeah.” But we both knew it wasn’t.
What It Felt Like On My Side
Jealous? Yeah. But not of people. I was jealous of a screen. That sounds silly. Still true. I felt small. I felt replaced. I watched him pull away, and I pulled away too. We stopped kissing in the kitchen. We stopped laughing during dishes. My body felt like a test I kept failing.
Honestly, I felt angry at the internet. Then I felt angry at myself. Then I felt numb. You know what? Numb was worse.
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What He Said vs. What I Heard
He said, “It’s just stress. It helps me sleep.”
I heard, “You’re not enough.”
He said, “I can quit whenever.”
I heard, “I won’t try.”
He said, “It’s not about you.”
I heard, “Don’t ask me to change.”
We both missed the point. He was stuck. I was hurt. And we were quiet.
Fixes That Flopped
We tried a few things that crashed and burned:
- Phone checks. I turned into a cop. He turned into a ninja. We both got sneaky.
- Cold turkey with no plan. Day three hit, and cravings hit harder. He relapsed. I cried. He hid it. I knew.
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I thought more control would help. It didn’t. It just made new hiding spots.
The Moment We Named It
We sat on the floor one Sunday. He said, “I think it’s an addiction.” He cried. I did too. Naming it didn’t fix it. But it cut the fog. It gave us a target. And a tiny bit of hope.
We made a plan that night. Not perfect. But real.
What Actually Helped Us
Here’s what changed the game for us. Not overnight. But week by week.
- Therapy, for both of us. He met with a CSAT (a therapist trained in sexual addiction). I met with my own therapist, because I needed support too.
- Clear house rules. No screens in bed. No phones in the bathroom. Devices charge in the kitchen after 9:30 p.m. We kept it simple so we could keep it.
- Tech help. We used Covenant Eyes for accountability, plus Freedom to block sites during late hours. We also tried Fortify for habit tracking. Not magic, but helpful guard rails.
- A real check-in script. Five minutes after dinner: “Any urges? Any slips? What helped today?” No yelling. No rolling eyes. Just facts and care.
- An outside person. He got an accountability buddy from a recovery group. I stopped being his only safety net, which was a relief.
- Touch without pressure. Hugs. Back rubs. Holding hands during TV. Strange thing: when we took sex off the to-do list for a while, we felt closer. Then trust came back in small steps.
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I know that list reads strict. It didn’t feel strict. It felt safe.
Small Wins (The Quiet Kind)
- Sunday walks. No phones, just coffee and sneakers. We noticed trees again. That mattered.
- A bedside book stack. When he wanted to scroll, he reached for pages instead. I left sticky notes that said “Thanks for trying.” Corny? Maybe. It worked.
- The one-day rule. We stopped talking about forever. We asked, “Can we do the plan today?” Most days, yes.
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Red Flags I Won’t Ignore Again
- Lying after a slip, then gaslighting. That breaks things fast.
- Blaming me for his choices. Nope.
- Cruel jokes about bodies. Not okay.
- Spending money on content after we set a boundary. That’s a breach.
If those showed up, we paused and reset. Sometimes we slept apart for a night. Not punishment. Just space to calm down and think.
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If You’re The One Struggling
I asked him what he’d tell someone like him. He said this:
- Tell the truth sooner than you want to. Shame hates light.
- Make a plan you can actually do. One or two rules, not twenty.
- Get a buddy who isn’t your partner. Meetings help. He tried SAA. He didn’t love every part, but he found two guys he could text at 1 a.m. That saved him more than once.
- Move your body when urges hit. Short walks worked better than white-knuckling.
- Count streaks if it helps, but don’t make the number your god. If you slip, reset and learn one thing.
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If You’re The Partner
Please eat. Please sleep. Please tell one friend who can hold your story without gossip. I also tried S-Anon for a while. Sitting in a room with people who got it made me breathe again.
Write down your non-negotiables. Mine were simple:
- No lying.
- No porn on shared devices.
- No blaming me.
When those held, I could stay. When they didn’t, I took a break. Taking a break didn’t mean I stopped loving him. It meant I loved me too.
Tools We Actually Used
- Covenant Eyes for accountability screenshots and reports
- Freedom for blocking sites during late hours
- Fortify or Brainbuddy for tracking and skills
- Qustodio on the home router when we needed stronger filters
None of these fix the heart stuff. But they lower the noise, so you can do the heart work.
The Hard Truth And The Soft One
Here’s the hard truth: porn addiction can gut a home. It can scrape out trust, bit by bit.
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