I caught my husband with his head between a woman's legs. I took my inner Hermione Granger to return his life back to normal.

I'm 33F, he's 34M. We have one daughter together (5F). We've been together for 8 years. I'm a stay at home mom, he works from home. <br><br>It was November 2020 and I was spending the morning off and on with random tasks. The house was a mess and I was going through photos to make a picture album for our daughter's birthday. My husband was in his office working. I noticed the TV was a little loud and the audio was competing with the audio of the video I was watching so I went over to turn it off. When I got close to the TV the first thing I noticed is that his shoes were on the floor. I picked them up and placed them on their "spot" outside the entrance of our apartment. Then I reached for the remote to turn off the TV and that's when I saw a naked woman on the screen with my husband's head between her legs. I froze. I was in shock. I couldn't move. I couldn't look away. It was like my feet were nailed to the floor. I couldn't move a single muscle. I was frozen watching the woman moan and put her hands on his head. I was trapped in that moment. I couldn't do anything but watch. <br><br>I don't know how long I was there. All I remember is him saying, "What the fuck!?" and me running to the master bedroom and locking the door. He tried to get in several times. I remember him saying we need to talk but I didn't come out. I stayed in the room. The first thing I did was pick my phone up and choose a song to listen to while I think. I put on "Get you" by Daniel Ceasar. The song gives me warm feelings. I played it while I packed myself a small bag, grabbed my daughter, and drove to my mom's house. The whole 30 minute drive, I listened to the song. Then I listened to it again at my mom's house while I thought about what I had just seen. I eventually called my husband and told him I was at my mom's and I wasn't coming back home. I said he needed to delete what he had on the TV and if I saw it again when I got home he would have to choose between us. <br><br>I spent the whole night listening to "Get you" while I thought about the situation. My husband kept texting and calling. I ignored him. I needed time to think. From knowing what happened, to picking myself up, packing my daughter, and driving to my mom's house, it was all happening so fast. I didn't have time to process what happened. I couldn't let my husband interrupt my peace. I needed time to myself. <br><br>I spent the whole night thinking. I was a little upset but I don't think I was mad. I just wanted him to delete the porn. I didn't want to see it. I didn't want it in my home. I didn't want my daughter seeing it. I didn't want my husband watching it. He needed to delete it. <br><br>I knew the only way he was going to delete the porn was if I got it through to him why it was wrong. I needed a plan. <br><br>I decided going the "I'm hurt" route wasn't going to work. I going the "our daughter might see it" route wasn't going to work. I needed to go a different route. So I went the "you're my husband and I love you" route. <br><br>I called my husband and told him I was coming home but in order for me to come home he needed to do me a favor. A favor that would make me happy. He agreed. I told him to delete everything from his hard drive. I told him I would be home shortly to verify. <br><br>After he agreed, I hung up and drove home. When I got home I verified that everything was deleted and he was telling the truth. I was happy. I hugged him and kissed him and told him how much I loved him. I told him how much it hurt me to see that he was watching porn. I told him I thought he was dead to me. I told him I felt like there was no coming back when I saw the porn. I told him I loved him with all of my heart and I didn't want anything bad to happen to him. He cried when I hugged him. He cried when I kissed him. He cried when I told him I loved him. I reassured him everything was okay. I told him I was happy he deleted everything. I told him he could watch the sports channel if he wanted but I don't want to see anymore porn in my home. He agreed. <br><br>It's been over a year since that day. I still listen to "Get you" by Daniel Ceasar every time I think about what happened. Every time I think about it, I play the song. I don't hate what happened. It happened. It's over. I moved on. I took control of the situation like I always do. I protected my family. I protected my husband. I protected my daughter. I took control of the situation. I did everything I could to make sure everyone was okay. That's all a mom can do. <br><br>That's the story of how I caught my husband watching porn and how I made the situation right with no fighting and no yelling and no screaming.