The Struggle

Maybe I've been fortunate. Maybe I've been sheltered. Or maybe I've just never been this close. Marital infidelity wreaks havoc...on everybody. One of the early posts on this blog was some of my first reactions to my friend's affair. So much has happened since then. So much. It's been about ten months since I first found out about the affair. While healing is never easy, it has been excruciating witnessing the long, drawn-out, painful process that is supposed to lead to a stronger marriage. Her husband needs help--more help than he's getting. The respect and admiration I had for him for sticking with her has long gone out the window. While I acknowledged his part in the affair, I didn't realize what a major role he played. And for the past 10 months, instead of getting better, he has just changed his methods of manipulation.

Because she is my friend, I have listened. I have offered counsel. I have prayed. How she keeps it together each day, I'll never know. The worst part, though, has got to be not knowing how it's going to turn out in the end. When a person begins a journey, it's usually with a goal, a destination, in mind. This journey doesn't seem to have an end.

I am having a difficult time processing this whole ordeal. I will write more later.