When my husband’s struggle with pornography came to a head, he was pastor of a growing church. For more than a decade we followed the same pattern: me forgiving, and he trying yet another approach to address the issue but always ending in failure. At first I talked to no one—I was both too ashamed and wanted to protect his reputation. Eventually, I talked with a counselor. And eventually, he left the ministry, becoming increasingly depressed and isolated.

I hope that someday I will be able to see God’s perfect wisdom in all of this. Honestly, I’m just worn out.