Joy: Diary of a Sex Addict

Monday, June 12, 2006

Oh Radio, Why So Difficult?
I ultimately stopped posting here in large part because, when the comments feature was turned on, it took ages for the page to load. Because a one-sided conversation is a dull conversation indeed, I sort of lost interest. I've found that the freebie blogs are strangely much more user-friendly than Radio. Why is that?

Update:
My husband and I have separated. Something about my addiction and his zillion-hour work weeks somehow did us in. I should note it's not divorce at this point, just a trial period of living apart. He moved out two weeks ago. Oddly, I've been "clean" for 39 days, and my bad behavior never came up as a topic of discussion. I honestly believe that, to this day, it hasn't occurred to him that I might have been off gallavanting. We simply spent too much time apart for him to notice much. Which, of course, is not to say it's his fault that I can't keep my undies on. I'm perfectly aware that this is my problem, and any other difficulties my husband and I may be having in our marriage cannot be used to rationalize my addiction.

So, you see, the girl is getting somehere, is she not?

Don't go getting any fancy ideas. I haven't become a disciple of therapy or a convert to some swank religion. Rather, I've found that my addictive behavior is inversely proportionate to my depression. The crappier I feel, the less sex I'm likely to have with strangers. I don't know why this is, but I'm sure some therapist could take the ball and run with it. So perhaps my ideal state is a state of depression. Anyone out there know what I mean?

Until I turn this baby off, you can contact me at addictionblog@gmail.com. Cheers.

12:41:06 PM

31 |