Here is a poem that I cam across on Fred Stoeker’s Community website. This is written by a spouse of a sex addict, and I found it here.
WHAT YOU SAID
By: kittymimm
I gave you every part of me,
all I had to give,
but you threw it back at me;
“Not good enough” you said.
No, you didn’t say it with words,
you didn’t have to,
still you said it loud and clear;
you screamed it in my face.
You’re not good enough!
You’re not good enough!
You tell me why I should stay,
why I should even care;
don’t you know your words by now
are meaningless to me?