My first blog post (Four Score and Seven Gallons of Ice Cream Ago) describes the start of tumbling head over heals into the trauma of my husband's infidelity. Life is getting better.
I'm the betrayed spouse. And, sometimes it is hard to go home. I believe it is important, even if only for my own benefit, to describe this phenomenon I experience from time to time. My home is MY HOME. I love my home. It isn't perfect, and it is a mess. It is a constant... Continue Reading →
I'm bringing this back for a re-post for hurting people that have a long three day weekend to endure. Hang in there! ~ Mona
A year plus into affair recovery, the husband tries to be patient but keeps slipping into the statement, "We’ve already talked about this! When will this be over??" I know this is not unique to us. Dear Unfaithful, If your bank account was cleaned out by identity theft, when would you stop signing into online... Continue Reading →
Where ARE you, God?? I know something is wrong! Something is going wrong in my marriage and I can't figure it out.
Don't be angry with me, those who are the "betrayed". And, don't get too excited, those who are the "betrayer". It never is the case that a broken marriage is the cause of infidelity. Never. The cause of infidelity is flawed character, and lacking the fortitude to do the right thing when nobody else is... Continue Reading →
Triggers...I've come to a place of acceptance. I can't prevent or halt a trigger that has arrived, but I've learned to embrace these moments. I have learned that my triggers and emotional flooding have a message for me. They have something for me to discover about myself , about the trauma of infidelity, and about... Continue Reading →
My husband and I have made it through this past year of “marriage”, and are into our second year since D-Day. We both work to process, heal, and grow from what has happened as a result of the trauma of infidelity. We each have improved in different ways in this past year, and although not... Continue Reading →
One day, and I can't remember what it was in response to, our lovely daughter tried to comfort her sister. She leaned in close and said very sincerely, "I was a baby. I cried once." This phrase has become a family favorite. It is the perfect example of sympathy. Sympathy can be described as seeing... Continue Reading →