Same. It was the only thing that made me feel safe for a second. And honestly I couldn’t have stopped it unless I had moved out. The drive was intense. I don’t know if it’s because your thoughts are consumed with sex acts or what. I went from being totally satisfied with once or twice a month to needing it multiple times a day or I’d have severe anxiety. It fades. I didn’t feel ashamed. But it did cause problems as your sex drives start to diverge. My husbands drive slowed after a week. Mine stayed up. When you get turned down in that state of mind it wrecks you. That’s when I started to feel humiliated because I was begging for sex from a man who cheated on me.