"I think often what I feel... is obligation. Or guilt over wanting to leave. Rage... against [him], against God.
But then I look at him and I make myself see the man that I married. And he becomes that man. He's transformed into someone that I love. And I'm transformed into someone who loves him.
It's not all the time, but... it's enough."

Here's the thing: sexual dysfunction has ruined marriages; sexual addiction has ruined marriages.

None of it is fair. None of it is easy.

Here's the other thing: I *cannot* be someone who gives up on the things that are important to me because they are difficult. I just can't.