I was pregnant with my ninth when I started unraveling a series of emotional affairs over the previous 15 or more years. There was at least a one night stand, about which he’d lied to me for years. I believe there were other physical involvements, but eventually, I came to understand it really didn’t matter. What I KNEW was that he was going to continue lying to me.
We went to Retrouvaille, we went to a Catholic counselor.
What I learned, finally, is that both people have to be willing to heal the marriage. XH wasn’t. I finally felt I had no options left to legally protect myself and my children but to file for divorce. I did it under the advice of three priests who over the years said this was not a marriage.
The issue of forgiveness is as pertinent, though, I think.
What has helped me is knowing I did everything in my power to save the marriage, to forgive, to let him start fresh; taking care of myself, protecting myself; committing to living my own life with integrity such that I was happy with my own behavior; and understanding the background from which he came. He grew up in an alcoholic family, where he learned to lie, where he came to the conclusion that as long as you have to lie to keep the peace anyway, you may as well do whatever you like. Just be really good at lying.
I am not in any way excusing him. He’s an adult. He chose to continue this behavior instead of go to al-anon or counseling or face up to the destruction he was causing. But I guess it helps me to understand none of it was about me, to see him as broken, to pity rather than to hate.
Prayer should definitely be on the list.
He can no longer hurt me or threaten my health. I pray for him daily and wish him well.