Before my wife’s affair I saw her qualities as a perfectly interwoven blend of sweetness, kindness, thoughtfulness, and gentleness. A lovely, beautiful, spiritual woman who would go out of her way not to hurt anyone, especially me, her stated, last love.
What my then 19-year-old, love-struck eyes were unable to see was that the blend was dogmas forcibly braided into her personality by external forces so tight it was silently crushing her spirit. This unnatural blend created in her deeply hidden, errant frays desperately wanting to break free. 15 years into the marriage, she rebelled, and I and she paid the price. The outside influencers walked away unphased.
Decades, post affair, my love filtered perception of her perfection was forever altered. I will never see her in the same light. For the better, I’d argue, for I am now able see her realistically, frays and all and I love and respect her more deeply, but that took many decades of internal and external soul searching.
But back then, and still at times now, I was and am deeply wounded by her betrayal for though there are reasons one can point to, there is no excuse, for there were better, less destructive, mature choices she could have made.
Over the months and years as the shock began to wane supplying me with a new view of her a legitimate question ascended from the smoldering ashes. One I never considered I’d have reason to be weighing - do I stay, or do I go?
In my opinion, there is no wrong answer to the painful question above. I also believe that neither choice affords the betrayed, nor the betrayer as well, an easy, painless path forward. The unraveling of all things that was, has occurred, the interlace union undone. No matter the road traveled, restructuring will be a daunting task. A reweave of one’s shredded life. Whether alone or reunited, picking up the tattered threads of one’s soul will take an unfathomable number of circular ticks of the clock to come out of this firestorm restored. Make no mistake, for better or worse, one will not be the same individual one once was.