Originally Posted By: heatherg
I was saying that porn was a problem (when it was) because it was a cause of neglect.

I'm confused by this. Did porn used to be a problem in your M?


No, neglect was a problem. Porn was just one of the things I was doing while hiding from the world.

Originally Posted By: heatherg

I have a different interpretation of those promises than you do, probably for self-serving reasons. So far it hasn't blown up in my face. Yet.

What is your interpretation of the promises? When you say that your interpretation hasn't blown up in your face yet, it made me wonder if your W has any idea about your porn activity? Speaking specifically of your porn activity, would you classify it as a habit?


She knows I look at porn, although I'm not sure if she knew the extent of it. I would call it a habit, although I'm spending much less time with it as I devote more time to work, family, and exercise.

Originally Posted By: heatherg

About the girls seeming like they are having the time of their lives.....getting fukced is a job for them, it's their JOB. Do you know many people who describe going to work as the 'time of their life'? Didn't think so.


A few people have such a job, not many. Of course most people do boring things like sit in a cubicle or work in the hot sun all day for a living and only a few get fun jobs like playing sports or getting laid. But those might get boring too after a while.

Originally Posted By: heatherg

And most people don't even have to endure cum on their face from a stranger as part of their job. Come on, there are damn few people in the world that would honestly consider that to be the time of their lives.


I've always thought that was kind of retarded, although I do hear a surprising number of people do that sort of thing for fun. There's videos that don't include that nonsense, though.

Originally Posted By: heatherg

If you want to honestly see someone have the time of their lives, arrange a special date night for you wife and treat her like the special person that she is to you. Tell her, show her. And look in her eyes. There it is.


Sounds like a plan.


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