Y'all I'm going to vent a little...if you dont mind, I hope you don't cause I feel like well, you know. I'm so confused...I loved my first husband, loved him and gave him all I had, and he hurt me, hurt me so bad I broke. I left, and then he found a way to hurt me even more...to hurt me forever. A lot of time passed, and I thought I was over him, and I married another man I who love. But this man could only give me half of what I needed, all of the emotional and spiritual and none of the physical. And I found that I could not stay in love with him, and no matter how hard I tried to tell myself, that temptation for the physical kept putting a wedge between me and him. Then I met a younger man, more like the first, who seemed to only care about the physical, and I thought, why can't I use him, like a surrogate, and keep my love for my husband? And it worked...but I felt horrible, guilty, obcene. And that's how I feel now. I love my husband...but he cannot and will never be able to give me what I need physically, and as much as I love him, I can't seem to resist the temptation to cheat. I think about him, when I cheat--and then I come home and cut myself and bleed away all my feelings of shame and anger and lust, and cut until I feel like I've paid for the sin of wanting more than I can have. And I can't seem to stop...I don't want to stop, because then I would have to go to the man I love and tell him that all we have together is built on a lie, the lie that love, the wonderful, pure emotional love is always enough. It never is...not mine, anyway. Everyone I love either hurts me, or I wind up hurting them, because I'm weak. I need more...and then I cut myself to make my body stop wanting, because I hate wanting more, I hate myself for wanting more, when I already have so much. ok, done ranting...thanks for listening...