I don’t know why in the fog and shock of the discovery of infidelity wives think about Christmas! My Dday was in April, but for some reason I asked “Did you look at p*rn in December?” It mattered to me. Christmas can be a haunting reminder of the years and decades that we were being actively deceived and hurt. Maybe in secret or maybe in the wide open for all to see. We can’t understand that our partner could enjoy…
Girl, I see you showing up in case your marriage can be saved. You’re awesome.
One of the most awkward and painful experiences for a parter healing from betrayal trauma must be attending weddings. We see the groom pledging his undying love and commitment to the giddy, believing wife. “I will always be there for you. I will serve you. I will never tire of gazing into your eyes. Every morning I will make you coffee and every night I’ll let you cry on my shoulder.” It’s even more awkward when you’re trying to help…
incomprehensible layers of isolation now you’re the man with a heart of stone making me pay here by being alone seemingly justified righteous indignation now I’m the woman who holds all her pain looking for somebody else to blame
In the aftermath of sexual betrayal, it’s hard to understand or verbalize exactly what all this means. But you know your life will never be the same. You even wonder if life can be good…. This post is about coming to terms with what’s required to heal your marriage; which, is worth noting, is different than healing as an individual. As I’ve tried so desperately to make sense out of the insanity that IS sexual addiction, a great aid was…
“I’ll be your lighthouse when you’re lost at sea. I will illuminate everything. No need to be frightened by intimacy. Throw off your fear and come running to me!”
“It’s been a hard year but I’m climbing out of the rubble. These lessons are hard, healing changes are subtle.”
“When I thought I lost me, you knew where I’d left me. You reintroduced me to your love. You picked up all my pieces and put me back together. You are the defender of my heart.”