That's great that getting married was some help to you. I propose (better than proffering!
) that you were
helped by marriage because it created a
relationship in your reality, in your life - or in your psyche, if you prefer (I don't know you, remember?).
And here is a moshol to explain that, free of charge! I have not shared this one with anyone in about a year....
Star Trek (the old one) had an episode in which Captain Kirk (a Jew) did a time machine trick to go back a few years to fix some mistake or something (cuz they didn't know about 'gam zu letovah'). Anyhow, his buddy, Mr Spock (noch a yid) told him that everything would be fine - as long as the Kirk from
this time reality never actually
met the Kirk from the
other time reality.
If
that happened, chas vesholom, there would be untold damage to 'the time continuum' and the fabric of the universe just might rip asunder (and since they had three more seasons left to film, that could
not be allowed to happen).
I can't remember what happened in the rest of the episode, but there were a few more seasons, so it's kind of obvious that they worked it out somehow...
OK, so the nimshol is obvious!
See, I sneaked around for years, using my porn, my acting out, and had my fantasies all hidden away in my mind. Eventually, there were two Dov's - a very nice yeshivah guy; and a self-loathing, selfish, and sex-hungry pornaholic. They both went to mincha, to yeshivah, home to the dinner table, to the porn shows, dirty bookstores, the bathroom floor, etc....but the folks who knew me as one,
could never be allowed to see me and know me as the other! I carefully guarded each persona. When I was in the schmutz, I took off my yarmulka and tried to hide the frumness (not to make a chillul Hashem, of course!)...and when a friend would say that some poor schlep was caught with a hooker and arrested, I'd have to declare "yuck, how decadent of him".
But I got caught by my wife in '95. The two Dov's were - for a moment - brought together
by having the same person in my life know me as both. That was a pain I felt like dying to avoid. Dig me a hole, give me an alibi, do
something! This can't happen! But it did. A very bitter medicine to swallow.
So I tried to get better
for about a year with shrinks, medicine, the whole shebang - but just got worse and worse. Until one day I got so bad that I just had to stop. I was broken and gave up losing. And without getting caught, I went for help on my own - not to save my marriage, and not to get my wife off my back (so I could act out in peace) - but to save myself and not lose my life.
And I
knew that the help I needed was to introduce the Kirk of one reality to the Kirk from the other reality. But
that cannot happen as long as we are alone, for we do not really allow it to occur. We invariably varnish the sickness or confusion of one or the falseness or the goodness of the other. We do not ever see the truth about ourselves on our own, no matter how much we hurt.
We need a third party to make the shidduch between one Kirk and the other. That is the wife when she catches us, the police and newspaper when we are arrested - and the guys in my SA meeting every time I come and share openly with them my real life.
Sweet chassidishe guys who come to meetings and introduce themselves as 'Bruce' instead of Burich, 'Solomon' instead of Zalman or Shloimy, and 'Moses' instead of Moisheh, do not often do very well. They are not allowing their (good) reality into the meeting - their truest deepest self as Jew is left at home or in the Beis Midrash. They are
not allowing the people in the meeting to force the two Zalman's to dance
together! Lo zu haderech.
So...(whew!) are you still doing all your excellent work basically alone? Or do you get together with other real live recovering people from GYE, SA, or wherever, to share vats tootsach mit dir on a regular basis?
If you don;t, then maybe that's the missing ingredient for you.
It was for me.
Hatzlocha!!
yesod sheb'Malchus!! Yow!
So.