I remember a friend of mine in college who was a sex addict. She got married right after college and one time when we hung out together, she bawled her eyes out confessing to us (3 of her closest friends) that when her husband was away for a few weeks because of work, she cheated on him because of her addiction. She felt so guilty and depressed, that whenever she had sex she always cried. She always said she was addicted to sex, but whenever she does it she also always felt repulsed and hated how much she craves it. As an asexual, I could not relate to her situation, but reading stories related to sexual addiction somewhat made me understand her a little bit more. It's hearbreaking somehow.
I remember a friend of mine in college who was a sex addict. She got married right after college and one time when we hung out together, she bawled her eyes out confessing to us (3 of her closest friends) that when her husband was away for a few weeks because of work, she cheated on him because of her addiction. She felt so guilty and depressed, that whenever she had sex she always cried. She always said she was addicted to sex, but whenever she does it she also always felt repulsed and hated how much she craves it. As an asexual, I could not relate to her situation, but reading stories related to sexual addiction somewhat made me understand her a little bit more. It's hearbreaking somehow.