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
It's time to turn this story around. As I poured out my soul, really talking to my Father, he listened. He was already hard at work on my behalf. I can see his hand in all that has unfolded since D-Day.
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 →
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 →
After learning about my husband's emotional affair, some long standing routines were very difficult to return to...and I'm finally figuring it out. Yay! for me! Yay! for us! "Experiencing and coping with loss is an unintended consequence of infidelity, even with the couples who have committed to repair their relationship. Life just doesn't fit together... Continue Reading →
The Darwin chapter is so frustrating. When infidelity takes a seat in relationships, friends can be a wonderful...or, a hindering influence.
I have heard the sound of loathing, and I can't turn back. It snakes through my mind, pushing happiness aside. I know how it sounds to be hated. It has been a challenge to document the next part of my infidelity story. Even thinking about this part of my experience tightens my chest and sends... Continue Reading →