Nothing would happen if my husband found out, and that is the god's honest truth. Like I said, he is extremely patient and understanding and is very slow to get pissed at me. But I can't imagine that he would feel good about finding out I've been lying to him. Neither would I if I was in his position. But, he would understand. That I know for sure.
As far as volunteering goes, I have done a fair amount in the past, and have just started again. My husband and I started a dog rescue organization while we were still in his country and kept that going for quite a few years on our own. Then we branched out to monkeys, lemurs, kittens, etc LOL We then started volunteering doing translation work for the Borneo Orangutan Sanctuary. I also do volunteer work taking people with HIV to their doctors appointments now, and volunteered for a street kids organization years before I ever met my husband, along with an aboriginal kids organization and battered women's group, but I am not full time at the HIV volunteering at the moment. I just got out of a wheelchair about 3 months ago after being confined to one of those contraptions for about a year and a half after a bit of medical malpractice here in Canada. Until I was out of the chair, I was usually in far too much pain to do much other than go to my doctors appointments, take my pain killers, and sleep like a dead body in between. I am now undergoing physio to get my formerly paralyzed leg back to normal. Nearly there
While I was paralyzed - in 2009 til 3 months ago - and waiting for my husband's visa to be approved to come to Canada, an entire 10 months or so, I was here alone for the first time since we had first met 7 years ago, and that's when I first started online shopping. Before that, I had never even thought to buy anything online. At that point, it was only for necessities. I was unable to go to the drug store for anything not even tylenol, didn't even have a wheelchair at that point, and could not even go and do basic grocery shopping. I also have/had no family at all to help me and never have. As a result, I had to figure out how to do things on my own, for myself, regardless of my physical condition. So pharmacy, hair care, skin care purchases I made online at well.ca or through the shopping channel. A local organization did my grocery shopping for me and delivered it, I had a woman come in and cook/clean for me/help me take a bath as I was totally unable to do any of that, and another to take me to my appointments. Even the lab came to me doing house-calls, arranged by my doctor, to regularly take blood tests, check to make sure my physical condition wasn't bottoming out. I was completely housebound and dependent on other people for the first time in my life, whereas I had been completely independent before that. After my husband got his visa and was able to move here and look after me himself, that's when the purchases started getting out of control, in my mind. And in my mind it is 'out of control' because I feel I have to lie about it, which is irrational because my husband would not flip out. Now that I write it all out, I can see where, when and how it started. When I was here by myself, depressed and deathly ill, with no family around whatsoever, it was the only form of 'recreation' or 'activity' I had. Before he came, I got used to having that mailbox delivery as my pathetic thrill of the week/month as I was completely ALONE before he arrived, unless a volunteer took me to the doctor or some other vounteer dropped in for a quick hour or so. That WAS the only thing I truly had to do at that point. Internet and online shopping, other than my online job which I nearly lost from being ill for an extended period of time. Before that time, I had NEVER shopped for anything online or through shopping networks. Never in my life. I didn't even care much about cosmetics as it was always too hot living in Indonesia to be wearing a full face of makeup all the time, and have always viewed buying designer bags and shoes as pointless and meaningless fluff, the money better spent on feeding hungry kids or something else of the sort. I had some stuff from MAC from many many years ago, but that was about it. Suddenly, as my health started improving and I started feeling better about myself, I DID start caring about having some decent makeup and looking better. I was sick for so long and had nearly dropped dead 3 times and looked god-awful terrible. So I was determined to pull myself out of that, to look and feel better. And with a great deal of effort on my part and my husband's help, I have. However, the shopping has got to now take a back seat to what is important. It served its purpose and it is now time to move on and up.
He wouldn't be thrilled simply because I've been lying, but he also would not have a fit about it. He would do what he always do: forgive me on the spot and move on. Mostly because he knows I'm not a bad person under that bs-ing and knows that under typical circumstances, I wouldn't do it. I end up feeling worse in the end than he does about anything, just from my own guilt.
Our plan once I am able to be 100% physically mobile again is to move back to Indonesia and start our own natural healing clinic for people who are far too poor to afford even backwoods 'doctors' with only a primary school education. Hopefully that will happen by the end of the year, or shortly before. My husband also does energy healing, and has a very close uncle who is a Buddhist leader there who also does the same thing and whom he is still in contact with. My husband is actually the one who fixed my leg - 'unparalyzed' it so to speak - when doctors couldn't, and neurologists said there was not much hope of me ever walking again, so we will include that along with local traditional herbs - that's my thing - as an option for people. He is also going to get certified in acupuncture once we move back there as they certify students/practitioners in Indonesia through the University of Bejing, and add that to the methods of healing we will be providing. I will also continue what i did with the street kids there before I met my husband. Feeding them and trying to get them into school, hopefully, so they'll have a better future than the life they were born into. We can easily afford to pay for at least 3 or 4 kids school expenses until they graduate, if we make that stuff a priority. We have before, so it shouldn't be a problem. This past couple of years has just been a detour for us, unfortunately, from what we started doing over there before I got really sick. Time to get back on track and to do something that makes a difference. In the mean time, while we are still here, I will enjoy my makeup without any more guilt or lying, because I ain't gonna have this easy access to it over there.
Anyways, thanks for the suggestions everybody. It has helped me to read through all this long-winded crap, be my own psychologist, connect the dots, as boring as I am sure it is for you guys, and to realize where this whole problem I'm having all started. I completely get it now and am not so worried. I can see what my personal habits were always like before, what they are now, and what they will be once again when we go back to my husband's country. I generally do not have an 'addictive' personality, despite the kind of family I had/have, and have done pretty well through my life in spite of the things I have gone through. I'll be ok, as I always have managed to get through things, even moreso with my husband's support. He will get my cards put in his wallet tonight while he's sleeping. I won't even tell him. He'll just get a surprise tomorrow and I will have a load off my shoulders. That way I'll have to request my cards for the time being to purchase anything, which will slow me down somewhat.