Hi my name is Ruby

Hi my name is Ruby and my husband is a recovering porn addict.  (This is the part where you all say "hi Ruby" and give a knowing and sympathetic smile).  His addiction began with underwear ads when he was around 12 years old.  Underwear ads!  You know, the kind that come in your mail every week with all the grocery ads and valuable money saving coupons.  Talk about stealthy invasion of the home fortress!  He wasn't the kind of rebellious angst ridden kid with tattoos, greasy hair, bad body odor and baggy jeans down to his knees that you warn your own kids to steer clear of.  Well, maybe there was some greasy hair and body odor involved, I can't vouch for the hygiene of a twelve year old boy.  Personal grooming habits aside he was a very talented and well liked young man.  As my new friend, Sidreis, will readily tell you, sexual addiction is a human disease and no one is immune.  Due to the shame and stigma surrounding this addiction and the behaviors that go along with it and the advent of the internet, what started out as youthful curiosity escalated to the point were he had premarital sex.  Compounded by other tragic events in his family this was a very low point for my husband.   He did some soul searching and realized that life could not continue on it current course without some very serious consequences.  With the help of a loving Bishop he was able to get himself in order enough to serve a mission for The Church of Jesus Christ of Later Day Saints.  

This is the prologue of our story.  A story about addiction, yes, but also a story of great love and slogging through hell because because that love is worth so much and worth fighting tooth and nail for.