That describes my first marriage.
My husband's occasional Playboy magazine then mushroomed into hundreds and then thousands of dollars of mail-order porn. The final straw for our marriage was when he was leaving work to go to massage parlors for “massages”. I was working as a nurse at the time, and he could spend as much as I made in a day on one massage. He lost his job about this time, and I suspect that it was because his addiction was interfering with his work.
He addiction was untenable emotionally, physically, spiritually, and financially. I was reduced to being a mere object and tool in his blinding addiction. He flat out refused to get help and was in complete denial.
He did remarry. My son tells me that his second wife also threatened divorce. I suppose the prospect of a second failed marriage was enough for him to finally face up to his addiction and seek the help he needed. They are still married after more than 20 years and 3 children.
Then there is still hope for Laz?