I was married to someone who lived with sex addiction, and for a long time I didn’t fully understand what was happening. I just knew something was very wrong—there were secrets, shame, and a deep erosion of trust. At first, I blamed myself. I thought if I just looked a certain way, acted a certain way, needed less, maybe things would get better. But they didn’t. Eventually, I found my way into the 12-step community, got a therapist who didn’t flinch when I told her the truth, and slowly started reclaiming my sense of self. Divorce wasn’t easy, but staying was harder. I did the gut-wrenching work of healing—through yoga, meditation, therapy, and a whole lot of tears. Today, I’m happily married to someone who values honesty and intimacy in the realest sense. If you're in a relationship where trust has been broken by addiction, I’d be honored to hold space for your experience.