Eight years ago, in spite of the fact that we were both exhausted by caring for our infant son, I found that my husband Mark was staying up later and later at night. He had to be up at 5 a.m. to get ready for work, yet I would wake some nights at 2 or 3 or 4 a.m. to my son, wailing for a feeding or a diaper change, and find Mark’s side of the bed empty, cold, untouched. Then I’d glance to the bedroom door and see the eerie blue glow of the computer screen in the next room creeping in. And I knew he was looking at porn. Sometimes I’d ask him to come to bed, sometimes I’d just stew and wait. And in the morning, I’d wonder, “Should I be worried about this? If he is, is it a big deal? Is this ok? Is it normal?”

Those seemed like legitimate questions at the time. He wouldn’t stay up every night. And sometimes he was actually doing some work, or starting off doing some work. (Hey, I’m codependent. I spied, so I know.) I knew he was looking at some porn, but I didn’t have a problem with porn. It was one of those things guys did, right? And I even viewed it myself. But this seemed like a lot. Did he have a problem? Or was I crazy and overreacting? (I knew he fell on the side of crazy and overreacting. But if he was crazy then his evaluation of the situation couldn’t be trusted.) I simply didn’t trust myself or my own feelings. I wanted some neutral third party to say where the line should be drawn, to define exactly what was normal, what was ok, what was worrisome, what was a problem.

I was thinking about all this as I read an article about how his porn use is the equivalent of her pedicures, a way to relax and blow off steam. The author of the piece asked questions like “should you be worried?” and tried to reassure partners that, even if porn use bothers them, it may not be a “big deal.” They may be overreacting. All of which made me want to punch the author in the nose and then send him to a therapist who could teach him not to invalidate people’s feelings. (What? Are you saying I still have control issues? No worries, I’ll lovingly detach and let him crash and burn and learn on his own.)

The reason I got fussy when I read that, is because it took me some time in recovery to realize that there is no “should” when it comes to feelings. And that lesson is still raw. It’s something that I am apt to forget as I fall back into fretting over whether or not I “should” be upset or angry or worried. I’ll wonder who is right and who is wrong and who is crazy and who is sane and what’s normal and grind myself to bits hoping that the world will arbitrate in my favor.

But here’s the thing: a problem is a problem. If something worries me, it’s worrisome to me. If my husband was staying up at night looking at porn, and it was bothering me, it didn’t matter if he was an addict or not; it was bothering me! And it was ok for me to be bothered by it even if it wasn’t a problem for him. If my feelings about his porn use were interfering with our relationship, then there was a problem with porn use in our relationship. Likewise, if I’m spending money on spa vacations and my husband is getting anxious and irritable about that, if he’s feeling threatened because I’m spending time having my pedicurist massage my feet rather than him, then my spa time is an issue in our relationship, even if pedicures are perfectly healthy and relaxing for me and he “shouldn’t” be upset. It doesn’t matter how he or I “should” feel, it only matters how we do feel.

Thankfully, we’ve found recovery programs and therapists that have helped us deal with our problems in a way that has acknowledged and respected each of our feelings, rather than telling us that the way to solve the problem was to convince us that we should stop having those feelings.