Of course, it was a difficult subject to talk to my wife about. She knew I had a problem with pornography, didn’t know how bad the problem was and did not really want to talk about it. She brought the subject up occasionally when she was particularly annoyed with me.
One late evening I had been surfing the net for less than edifying websites. I had been accustomed to lying to her. But I decided to be different this time. She was still awake and wandering around the house. I decided to be open with her. I sat her down and told her what I had been doing.
She didn’t want any detail, but wanted conformation that it had nothing to do with children, which it wasn’t. Then she pleaded with me to do something about it. I promised to do something. I knew exactly what I needed to do.