(Part 2/2) My mentor and I did a lot of heavy petting and sexting (especially when I travelled outside the country). The breaking point was when his wife saw one of the messages between us. We both admitted we were wrong. She forgave us and we stopped communicating. When I came back to the country, because we were living in the same neighborhood, I had to keep up with relating with them. I was no longer interested in the relationship and told him as much but he would look for excuses to come around when I was the only one at home just to touch me sexually. It now seemed like an abusive relationship. 

After I met my husband (but before I got married), he continued to make passes at me and I had to tell my husband (then my fiancé) about it. It was tough talking about it. That was the first time I would really tell anyone. After I did, my fiancé advised me to cut off from the man and his family, then he told me to inform my mum and sister as they were the only ones I needed to explain myself to. When I told them, they were shocked, but they accepted it. None of us harbored any ill feelings towards each other. I am now married (without having premarital sex which I thought was impossible, given the pressure I was under in the wrong relationship). 

I feel whole – no more porn addiction, low self-esteem and all that baggage. It’s all gone, just as God promised me it would, like water beneath a bridge.