Yes.
I know it’s not a trendy thing to do, but we were committed to our miracle and God came through as only He can.
Five years later, I’ll be brutally honest: I still get a wave of nausea in the shower at random (it was my process things away from the children safe zone!), I still think of the other woman occasionally, I still cry at random, I still feel like we will never really recover or heal or get back what we had before.
But.
It was one of the most eye-opening experiences of my entire life. I saw myself in ways I never had before - not in blaming myself ways, just in ways and depths we’d never talked about prior. (When you’re talking about being out of love and having brutally honest conversations describing cheating in vivid detail, you get to get past your hang-ups!)
God knew and saw and held His hand against the floods of horror and sorrow and grief and pain. He gave me grace to want to live past the hurt I felt. He connected me with women who had been in my shoes, who went on to have long and happy marriages. He placed wise counselors in our path and He used them to change my husband’s mind and heart and get him to give our relationship another chance after he’d cheated and decided he was leaving.
It has been five years. We don’t have a perfect marriage, there are things that might never be non-broken, but we are best friends. Friendship was what he was truly after, friendship and attention; sex was a sidebar. Friendship we kept and it got deeper thank the Lord. We learned how to talk and we both stepped up and took more responsibility and now, five years later, we have a beautiful new baby who is the best thing that’s ever happened to our family, our older children are at ages that are delightful and thankfully do not remember those days when I ugly cried every single hour, we have our ups and downs but I’ve learned to let him be him more and he’s learned to let me be me more.
And yes. Trust came again. It took a long time and I don’t know that it would’ve been possible without the location-sharing app that we both use in realtime. He voluntarily took that on and it helped me through times when my inner narrative would’ve been sure there was something fishy. That in turn helped me breathe again. Now I don’t blink or fret or worry. It takes time though.
Best wishes to whatever your path forward involves.