Full Disclosure

Ricky and I had a bit of an argument tonight about the "materials" he admitted to have been keeping at work. Fred and I both - 3 days ago - stressed to him the importance of bringing them home immediately. I asked him about it tonight as he'd made no mention of doing so all week. He claimed to have thrown them away in a dumpster at work. I was upset as we'd agreed in the meeting with Fred on Monday that fully disclosing everything about his problem was going to be an essential part of any chance at recovery we have and he said he would bring them home. He backtracked when I mentioned this and asked me if he wanted me to go get them.

"I thought they were in the trash?"

He then asked if I wanted him to go buy more so that I could see what he was looking at.

"Are you kidding me? Did you really just say that"

He then said that there were only 2 or 3 magazines but in a conversation yesterday, he claimed to have been buying Penthouse (and half a dozen other magazines - many of which I'd never heard of) every month as new issues came out.

'Where are they?"

Who knows what to believe at this point - every other thing out of his mouth is a lie. I hate this. I will not accept anything less than the whole and real truth this time. I will never so foolishly and whole-heartedly put my trust in him or anyone ever again. Addicts of other types (booze, drugs) can be tested for sobriety - porn addicts cannot. All I have is his word and, frankly, that means nothing to me anymore.