This is my first time truly realizing I have a problem with urges and control, and I need help. I don't know where to begin. If you read this and respond genuinely, I won't be able to thank you enough.
Ever since I was a kid, I had a fetish for women's feet and tickling. The first time I knew this was when I got aroused watching tickling interrogation in cartoons. When the internet exploded and online porn became a thing, I was hooked on the "tickle torture" dom /sub fantasy. The more laughter, the more arousing it was.
Growing up, my foot thing was a constant source of frustration, shame, and I kept it as hidden as possible. Dating was difficult, and I kept it completely hidden until I was in college. My first girlfriend didn't really care for it and broke up with me after a year; my second, same thing. I've only had one girlfriend (six years ago) who really embraced it, who was really subby and encouraged it, and we broke up because she had health issues / personal issues.
After her I was single for a very long time, just hung out with my friends, did my job, and when the urges came, there was porn. It kept me out of trouble and I was safe from harm or hurting / disappointing others.
When I finally made the plunge into dating, I met the woman of my dreams. Totally understanding of everything, we clicked on every level... but she was never really ticklish or submissive, and I found myself sometimes resorting to my "safe" place, porn, to supplement my arousal. She and I had sex once, twice a week, and sometimes I had trouble preforming (this is tied to foreplay). She found out about my porn and wasn't happy, and I told her I would stop. Realistically I just cut back, or used it in times when I wanted to have sex with her but our schedules wouldn't allow it.
All along I never thought I had a problem, or it would be / cause a problem.
My ex of six years ago randomly contacted me five months ago. She was distraught over her health / mortality and was reaching out. Severely troubled. Being an idiot, I invited her over. She cried about how scared she was, the few times her health issues brought her close to death, etc etc... and towards the end of it all, I wound up tickling her feet. JUST tickling her feet. The pornography / fantasy side of me always makes me want to film every encounter, and like an idiot I did. I can't stress the "like an idiot" part enough. My fiance found pictures of them on me, and was absolutely ripshit. I promised it would never happen again. I deleted my ex from every part of my life; Facebook, cell phone, everything. After a night of fighting, the next day we were okay. At least I thought we were.
Five months go by and everything is exactly the way used to be. Our relationship is close with family, close with friends, endless inside jokes, same hobbies. We've always had the relationship that everyone dreams about; all our friends and family say we're perfect for one another, so on so forth.
Two weeks ago, my ex messages me on Facebook, "we're not friends anymore?" and this happens a few times. After initially ignoring it, I attempt to explain to her I just can't talk to her, out of the question.
This is where I truly feel weak. In an attempt to put an end to this, I told her she can stop by and I'll be more than happy to go into detail. It was a nice day outside and I was doing yardwork, I figured I could keep it contained outside and avoid any issues. I'm an idiot for even thinking this. She showed me a pedicure, acted subby / encouraging, and I gave in to tickling her feet again. Again, my fiance found out, yesterday.
It was at that exact moment that it all came to me like a car accident. I have been downplaying the urges and my lack of willpower for them my entire life. Unable to completely remove porn from my life. Unable to just not tickle her; unable to process that doing so is cheating to my fiance. Unable to man up to the fact that I fucked up repeatedly, I lied about it happening. I just couldn't process and cope with me losing control like that, and lying was the worst thing I could have done. THAT'S when I knew I had a problem. I never lied about anything else in my life, everything else I do, I'm a complete and total open book... the fact that something came over me that I gave in to, and then felt I had to hide, was it for me. It was also it for her.
Her wedding ring is here. Her jewelry is here. All her wedding planning material, all her clothes, belongings, she took back to her apartment. She left a note with the porn pictures that says "you're a fking liar and a cheater".
The text she sent me later that day was "You have a problem and your problem is that you have an addiction to this. You want to have fun and play your fantasy game and when I can't do that with you then you go to someone else. You keep doing this selfishly for your own benefit and you have no regard for how it might affect me. You are jeopardizing our relationship and our future marriage for your own sexual gratification. I can't trust you. You need to get help. I want space until you can show me proof from a therapist that you're getting help. If you can't end this, I'm calling off the wedding and this will be over. I am not f**king around. This is my life and I will not deal with this.
This is where I am now. I've contacted a therapist that specializes in sexual dysfunctions, relationship issues, and personality issues. The first step is admitting you have a problem. But I'm hell right now. I don't know if I have a fiance anymore, and every moment without her here is hell. I her my fiances voice in my head and I fall apart. I'm numb, I'm a mess. I'm an idiot, I screwed up badly, and (as I told her), I'll do whatever it takes to make this right and fix this. I love her, I hurt her, I have a problem I need to sort out, and I'm scared like hell that I have destroyed the one greatest shot at happiness I'll ever have because of tickling feet as cheating. Am I truly fked??
tl;dr I have a foot fetish and my fiance of three years may end our wedding and relationship because she caught me tickling an ex's feet twice. It took this to make me realize I have a problem with urges (porn, etc), and I'm now seeing a therapist and doing whatever it takes to make it right. What do I do to win her back?
Ever since I was a kid, I had a fetish for women's feet and tickling. The first time I knew this was when I got aroused watching tickling interrogation in cartoons. When the internet exploded and online porn became a thing, I was hooked on the "tickle torture" dom /sub fantasy. The more laughter, the more arousing it was.
Growing up, my foot thing was a constant source of frustration, shame, and I kept it as hidden as possible. Dating was difficult, and I kept it completely hidden until I was in college. My first girlfriend didn't really care for it and broke up with me after a year; my second, same thing. I've only had one girlfriend (six years ago) who really embraced it, who was really subby and encouraged it, and we broke up because she had health issues / personal issues.
After her I was single for a very long time, just hung out with my friends, did my job, and when the urges came, there was porn. It kept me out of trouble and I was safe from harm or hurting / disappointing others.
When I finally made the plunge into dating, I met the woman of my dreams. Totally understanding of everything, we clicked on every level... but she was never really ticklish or submissive, and I found myself sometimes resorting to my "safe" place, porn, to supplement my arousal. She and I had sex once, twice a week, and sometimes I had trouble preforming (this is tied to foreplay). She found out about my porn and wasn't happy, and I told her I would stop. Realistically I just cut back, or used it in times when I wanted to have sex with her but our schedules wouldn't allow it.
All along I never thought I had a problem, or it would be / cause a problem.
My ex of six years ago randomly contacted me five months ago. She was distraught over her health / mortality and was reaching out. Severely troubled. Being an idiot, I invited her over. She cried about how scared she was, the few times her health issues brought her close to death, etc etc... and towards the end of it all, I wound up tickling her feet. JUST tickling her feet. The pornography / fantasy side of me always makes me want to film every encounter, and like an idiot I did. I can't stress the "like an idiot" part enough. My fiance found pictures of them on me, and was absolutely ripshit. I promised it would never happen again. I deleted my ex from every part of my life; Facebook, cell phone, everything. After a night of fighting, the next day we were okay. At least I thought we were.
Five months go by and everything is exactly the way used to be. Our relationship is close with family, close with friends, endless inside jokes, same hobbies. We've always had the relationship that everyone dreams about; all our friends and family say we're perfect for one another, so on so forth.
Two weeks ago, my ex messages me on Facebook, "we're not friends anymore?" and this happens a few times. After initially ignoring it, I attempt to explain to her I just can't talk to her, out of the question.
This is where I truly feel weak. In an attempt to put an end to this, I told her she can stop by and I'll be more than happy to go into detail. It was a nice day outside and I was doing yardwork, I figured I could keep it contained outside and avoid any issues. I'm an idiot for even thinking this. She showed me a pedicure, acted subby / encouraging, and I gave in to tickling her feet again. Again, my fiance found out, yesterday.
It was at that exact moment that it all came to me like a car accident. I have been downplaying the urges and my lack of willpower for them my entire life. Unable to completely remove porn from my life. Unable to just not tickle her; unable to process that doing so is cheating to my fiance. Unable to man up to the fact that I fucked up repeatedly, I lied about it happening. I just couldn't process and cope with me losing control like that, and lying was the worst thing I could have done. THAT'S when I knew I had a problem. I never lied about anything else in my life, everything else I do, I'm a complete and total open book... the fact that something came over me that I gave in to, and then felt I had to hide, was it for me. It was also it for her.
Her wedding ring is here. Her jewelry is here. All her wedding planning material, all her clothes, belongings, she took back to her apartment. She left a note with the porn pictures that says "you're a fking liar and a cheater".
The text she sent me later that day was "You have a problem and your problem is that you have an addiction to this. You want to have fun and play your fantasy game and when I can't do that with you then you go to someone else. You keep doing this selfishly for your own benefit and you have no regard for how it might affect me. You are jeopardizing our relationship and our future marriage for your own sexual gratification. I can't trust you. You need to get help. I want space until you can show me proof from a therapist that you're getting help. If you can't end this, I'm calling off the wedding and this will be over. I am not f**king around. This is my life and I will not deal with this.
This is where I am now. I've contacted a therapist that specializes in sexual dysfunctions, relationship issues, and personality issues. The first step is admitting you have a problem. But I'm hell right now. I don't know if I have a fiance anymore, and every moment without her here is hell. I her my fiances voice in my head and I fall apart. I'm numb, I'm a mess. I'm an idiot, I screwed up badly, and (as I told her), I'll do whatever it takes to make this right and fix this. I love her, I hurt her, I have a problem I need to sort out, and I'm scared like hell that I have destroyed the one greatest shot at happiness I'll ever have because of tickling feet as cheating. Am I truly fked??
tl;dr I have a foot fetish and my fiance of three years may end our wedding and relationship because she caught me tickling an ex's feet twice. It took this to make me realize I have a problem with urges (porn, etc), and I'm now seeing a therapist and doing whatever it takes to make it right. What do I do to win her back?