I’m downstairs with our one-year-old son, reading him a story about a hungry caterpillar. He is fighting to keep his eyes open and soon is fast asleep. As quietly as possible, I walk away and climb the stairs to find my husband clicking his way through a porn site on the computer. I am furious. I say, ” I have repeatedly asked you not to watch porn.” He feebly defends himself. “I wasn’t watching. I was looking at still shots.” I sigh and continue, “Do you honestly think that just because you do it on the computer upstairs rather than watching on adult pay per view downstairs that it’s somehow OK?” The baby wakes up and starts crying . I stalk off to get him back to sleep muttering, “It’s not OK.” I love watching dirty porn flicks but I don’t like my hubby watching them.