Look, I've seen men choke on their own pride in worse places than a bar. This isn't about porn. It's about what kind of woman you're letting him weaponize against you.
"Porn addiction" is a red herring—your man’s just a selfish prick who won’t man up.
The moment you start calling his porn habit an "addiction," you’ve already lost. That’s how men like him get you tied up in knots. They want to pretend it’s some psychological disease from Hell, but it’s just a guy who can’t control himself while you’re out of town. Adults don’t need permission slips to manage their sexual energy when their woman’s 12 hours away. You act like he’s using porn to compensate for something, but the truth is—
He’s cheating on you with his eyes. He’s jerking to other women while you’re out of commission. And yeah, that’s gross. But if you’re so damn fragile that a man’s normal human response to your absence makes you feel like dying, that’s not his problem—this is your battlefield. You want to be that girl who’s so wound up in her own pride that she can’t stomach a man touching something as basic as his own cock? Good luck with that.
Move on? Nah. Fix him? Double nah. You’ve got one job here.
Stop pretending you’re in some elite, virtuous club of women who don’t let men touch their faces. The only thing more sad than a guy who can’t stay strong is a woman who lets him know he can. He lies to you, and you think you can force him into submission with threats? That’s why he keeps going—he knows your bluff tastes like regret. You’re not in a relationship, you’re in a cage fight, and you’re letting him dictate the rounds.
Now ask yourself: Is he ignoring your rules because he’s a monster, or because you won’t stop being a victim? If a man’s got the urge to jerk off while you’re out of town, that’s not weakness—it’s a test to see what kind of woman you really are. Would you rather have a man who’s honest about who he is, or spend the rest of your life trying to fix his flaws with your teeth?
"Compromise?" Hell no—cut the damn line when it chokes you.
You talk like he’s some innocent guy whose whole life is porn, but he’s doing this because you haven’t told him what “no” means. When you tell him to stop and he keeps going, you’re not his girlfriend—you’re his puppet. That’s not a boundary, that’s a surrender flag. You want to feel like a queen again? Kick his ass, walk away, and stop pretending you love a man who won’t die for your pleasure.
A man who lies to your face about porn is the same breed who’ll lie to you about everything else. He’s not some broken thing you can fix with tears and late-night calls. If you want a man who looks out for your honor? Stop being the kind of woman who lets her honor be trampled by his lack of control. You can’t out-worth his weakness, only out-cry it.
So here’s your choice, princess. Be a martyr or be a lion.
Threats are for cowards. You want to save his soul? Stop holding him underwater like he’s a drowning dog. Real strength in a woman doesn’t bend over backwards—she stands tall, even when the ground cracks. If he’s too selfish to stay strong without jerking off, that’s not your battle. That’s his. You’re the kind of woman who’s supposed to burn down his excuses until he’s left with either respect or the ashes.
"Ginger Fetish" My Eye? You’re Just a Jealous Bastard Here.
Look, if you’re going to play the "my future wife found my past" game, bring better moves next time.
"Fetish"? That’s the best you’ve got? Redheads are your kink now? Nice try, but your future wife just found out you kept photos of your past relationships. Of course she’s going to flip—she’s seeing a guy who’s not only proud of his old flings, but saved them like trophies. And the worst part? You’re whining about her “having cold feet” with her mouth full of your excuses.
Let me guess: You told her you fell for her personality and now she’s supposed to believe that a guy who can’t stop looking at ginger women even when she’s in the room is suddenly interested in some higher calling? That’s the kind of logic that gets you stuck with a wife who thinks you only stayed with her for the red hair. You’re the dog looking for holes in a wall he built around himself.
He’s not a “fetishist”—he’s just a man who didn’t learn control.
Listen, there’s a difference between a kink and a weakness. If someone’s into a specific aesthetic, that’s fine. But when you start stacking photos of gingers like you’re curating a damn museum for your future wife, you’re not a guy with standards—you’re a guy with bad decisions. Now she’s not just mad about redheads—she’s mad about the fact that you didn’t clean up your shit before she got married.
And that’s not even the worst of it. You think she’s the one losing it? You brought this up to a woman who’s already got an entire string of previous boyfriends who were six feet tall when she’s barely five feet. You’re mad at her for being mad at you for being the same kind of petty, controlling little shit she used to be in love with.
Weddings are should be a war. So stop acting like yours isn’t.
Congratulations, Future Mr. “I Can’t Be Trusted.” You’ve spent four years building this little castle in the clouds and now you’re crying because your princess walked in on your secrets. If you’re serious about keeping this thing? Call your lawyer, cancel the venue, and take that ring back. You need a year off—away from the drama and the lies—to decide if you’re actually capable of being someone’s husband, not just someone’s dream partner.
If this relationship is still alive underneath all the panic and blame, it will survive because you finally stopped trying to be a victim. But if you want to keep pretending it’s all about “communication problems” and “fetishism,” you’re just another idiot looking for a way to feel right about being wrong.