Why?

When a relationship ends we often seek the why. I believe when infidelity causes the break this need to find the why is magnified.  Why was there a need for another person? Why did he choose to do this?  Why did he choose her? The real question is…Why wasn’t I enough?  We look for faults and defects inside of ourselves that produced the behavior in the spouse.  We become embroiled in all of the I was not thin, not pretty, not sexy, not successful, not providing and all of the other nots that can become mantras if we let them.  We compare ourselves to the other person as if they were a mirror showing what we lack.  We blame her for “stealing” the husband, when she did not cause  the husband’s behavior. Fact: Jolene would not have stood a chance if the singer’s man did not have major issues inside of him.  The truth is we will never find the root of a spouse’s behavior inside us.  When a person chooses to be unfaithful, it honestly speaks way more about him/her than it does about his/her spouse. I repeat: Your husband/wife’s unfaithful behavior has so much more to do with him/her than it ever does with you.  

I had a difficult time accepting this truth. I wanted to blame so many other things, situations, and events that were surrounding us in that four years. My absence from home, pressures of caring for my sister, my depression, my weight gain, my depression med side effects… my my my my.   All things that were inside me.  Those may have been some contributing catalysts, but those factors were not the cause of my ex husband’s behavior.  That behavior had roots deeper and more prolific than any surrounding situation.  Only when I began to realize this was a repeat offender situation, did I finally begin to accept the truth.  The problem was not me. The problem was inside him.  I had to accept that there was an inability to be faithful inside of him. I had to finally accept that it was not any specific thing I did. It was not anything that I did not do. It was something inside him that pushed him to fulfill a need.  Looking at our situation, I began to realize he needed something that was only found in the early stages of a relationship.  That is the reason he had so many emotional affairs.   That is why the first several years of our marriage were really good.  Whatever he was needing was being met, so things were good.  He was good.  When that need began to not be met, he began to look for other sources.  This let to the affairs and the multiple affairs at the end of our marriage. To my knowledge he never identified nor dealt with whatever hurt or damage that was causing him to have such need.  He never looked within to discover the source of the needs.  He never sought to be healed.  He just reached for another affair bandaid to patch the hole for a while.   

Often times these hurts and damage that produce behaviors in adulthood occur through childhood events.  It does not have to be overt abuse or exploitation that first comes to mind. Damage can occur with seemingly smaller events that send definite messages.  We can even have had decent parents and fairly stable upbringing.  It may not have been realized at the time by the perpetrator as a hurting or damaging event.  Unfortunately the damage happens and, if not healed, sets a pattern of beliefs and responses for us that can perpetuate our entire lives. In 2 Corinthians 10:3-5 the Apostle Paul talks about these strongholds as human reasoning and false arguments that keep us from knowing God.   

“We are human, but we do not wage war as humans do.  We use God’s mighty weapons, not worldly weapons to knock down the strongholds of human reasoning and to destroy false arguments.  We destroy every proud obstacle that keeps people from knowing God.”  2 Corinthians 10:3-5  NLT

The beliefs we develop because of these injuries and damage are based on human reasoning and not truth.  They actually keep us form knowing the truth of God.  We believe the lie that comes with the damage and not what God says of us.  Fortunately we are given “mighty weapons” as Paul describes to  knock down these strongholds and destroy the false arguments.  Paul does not use battle language lightly here.  It is a battle.  It takes place in the mind, but it is a war we must fight daily in order to win.  Scripture, prayer, and renewing our minds are what must be used daily to defeat these strongholds and false arguments.  

My dad was a decent guy, but not a good dad in many ways.  Part of that was because of the damage he had suffered at the hands of his parents.  I see that now, but as a child and young adult that was not so apparent.  In 4th grade I brought home a report card with straight A’s and one B- in penmanship.  When Dad saw the card his only comment was that I had better not let the B- slid any lower.  That was it.  No comments on the other subjects I had excelled in.  No accolades for hard work and study.  I was so hurt, but thought to myself, he was right.  I needed to do better.  The message I received was that other excellence was expected.  I worked on penmanship and cursive writing. My handwriting became much more legible and I raised my grade.  

To be honest I do not recall my dad looking at my report card again until the 6th grade.  I brought home straight A’s across the board.  I was in the highest reading/language and math classes my school offered.  I was doing 8th and 9th grade math in the 6th grade.  I was reading at a post high school level.  I was certain he would be proud of my accomplishments.  I handed him the report card at the dinner table and awaited his proud response.  He looked at the card front to back and laid it down on the table between us.  He did not say a single word about the grades, the class levels, the hard work, the weather, the food, the sky, nor anything else.  He did not speak for the rest of the meal.  Shortly after I asked to be excused and went to the furthest point in the house from the dining room to cry.  I was crushed.  I had worked so hard and been very successful, but he refused to acknowledge my accomplishments. 

Most kids would have rebelled and chosen a why try attitude.  Grades would have crashed and other behaviors ensued. I chose an “I’ll show him” attitude and my stronghold was born.  I chose to continue to excel in whatever I did no matter what he did or did not say.  I decided I did not need his approval nor support for anything.  I would do it on my own and for myself.  It was a pivotal moment in my life that my dad was completely unaware he had spurred.  It set me on a course of success, but at a great cost.  See, I really did want my dad’s approval.  I really did want to hear my dad say he was proud.  I carried a constant fear that I was not enough.  I was constantly looking to improve and prove I was enough. I pushed myself everywhere.  College, work, and marriage, were all influenced by this drive. It led to anxiety, fear, depression, trust issues, and a myriad of other angsts. Unfortunately, my dad never did say he was proud of what I had done or become.  He passed away when I was 22 years old without my ever hearing him say the words I so wanted to hear. 

I carried that constantly seeking his approval in me for nearly another decade.  It influenced my relationship with my husband and even with my heavenly Father, God.  I was going through counseling at the time of my ex-husband’s first affair when the issues with my dad were raised.  It was the feeling of never being enough rooted in me that needed to be healed.  It was at that time, I first began to heal from the damage encountered at age 11.  Talking with my mother about the counseling some years later, she told me Dad told others how proud of me he was.  He bragged on my accomplishments to friends and neighbors.  During his last couple of years, he even told the nurses during his recurrent hospitalizations.  Often it would be just after I would leave from visiting.  He just never told me.  Mother did not know why he chose not to share his feelings with me.  Perhaps my continued successes made me appear to not need it. It was good to know, even exo facto, Dad was proud of me.  

Several years after his death, I found a packet of letters my dad’s family has written to him during Army boot camp and the early years of WWII. He had kept all of the letters in a box for 40+ years. In those letters from his dad and mother, none contained one single line of encouragement or pride in what their son was doing. Home life were shared and warnings to not become involved in sinful activities were prevalent in those lines . There were requests to remain safe. There were no lines that spoke of my dad voluntarily enlisting to serve his country. There were no statements of parental pride in their son’s endeavors or accomplishments. It was only then did I realize how my dad had suffered what I had. He was never shown parental pride. He was expected to reach that high set bar without encouragement or accolades. My dad had never received parental encouragement. He never learned to give it. I realized my dad had damage too.

I do not know what happened to my ex-husband that produced the needs which caused him to seek others.  He never shared that with me.  After the first affair, I thought with counseling, prayer, and the inner work he had healed just as I had started to with my damage experiences. I  thought we were set.  I do not know what he needed nor why it came around again and again.  I do know it was not something lacking in me that caused him to seek someone else.  I know it was not something I did. I know it was not something I did not do.  I know he was seeking something to fill a void which damage had left in his life.  He was believing a human argument and following a stronghold.  I also know he was looking in the wrong places to fill that void.  He was looking for another person to fulfill that need.  He was not looking within to find the problem.  I know as long as he continues to follow that practice—that stronghold—he will not be successful in meeting the need nor receiving healing.  I know he needs to seek healing from the One that is able to repair his damage. It is the same one that gives us the power to knock down strongholds and destroy human arguments.  I can say with all honesty, that I hope one day he can.  I hope one day he can fully receive the healing he needs.  It took a long time for me to come to that.  I too had to heal.   

Structural Damage

My child pay attention to what I say.  Listen carefully to my words.  Don’t lose sight of them.  Let them penetrate deep in to your heart, for they bring life to those who find them and healing to their whole body. Guard your heart above all else, for it determines the course of your life.”      Proverbs 4: 20-23  NLT

“Anyone who listens to my teaching and follows it is wise, like a person who builds a house on solid rock.  Thought the rain comes in  torrents and the floodgates rise and the winds beat against that house, it won’t collapse, because it is built on bedrock.  But anyone who hears my teaching and doesn’t obey it is foolish, like a person who builds a house on sand.  When the rains and floods come and the winds beat against that house, it will collapse with a mighty crash.”        Matthew 7:24-27 NLT

When a relationship is broken it is rarely one event, one single episode that causes the demise.  There are a series of event that happen.  Often it is over years these events large and small bring changes and damages.  There can be small cracks and broken places that were not managed well and only patched with surface, aesthetic repairs.  Underneath the sheen are weakened areas. They may appear strong, but have poor structural strength.  Looking back, I can see the cracked and broken places in my marriage foundations.  Times we did not invest and complete the repairs.  Times we did not let God do a deep work to really fix the broken inside of us.  We needed that individual healing to successfully work to repair our marriage.  I have said it before.  Marriage is work.  Marriage takes upkeep, maintenance, and sometimes repairs.  An unhealthy worker cannot work effectively.   Spiritual spackle cannot repair a hurting person.  An emotionally damaged person cannot build a solid relationship.  Like any house we buy and invest in,  we have to keep working to protect and nurture it. If we begin applying spackle to wet dry wall, we will lose our investment.  We will lose it all.

Divorce brings so many negative feelings, emotions, and even self judgements.  Our need to find a cause and blame.  These emotions are part of what I needed to unpack and manage in order to heal.  Counseling was a safe place for me doing this unpacking and managing of my thoughts.  During this unpacking I found two self judgements I did not entirely expect to find.  I was more than surprised when I found myself knee deep in them.  The first surprise was feeling much less than intelligent.  No, really, I felt so stupid.  All of the “How could I…” statements.  How could a woman of my education and success have been, so duped to not question so many of the events and responses surrounding my ex husband?  How could I not have seen the proverbial handwriting on the wall stating there was something greatly amiss in my marriage life?  How could have I blindly trusted someone so completely with finances and been left with so little?  How could I have believed in him so completely and he just walk out?  How could have I not known something was greatly amiss in the relationship.  New love can be blind, but we had been married for so long, I thought we had 20/20 vision.  It was not like I had not lived some of this before.  Yet here I found myself on Deja Vu River.  This time without a paddle.  Was I really that stupid? 

Self doubt came rolling in second.  If God had even put us together.  Surely, I had missed warning signs when we were dating.  I had prayed for the man God had chosen for me.  I fully believed it was my now ex husband.  Had I been wrong?  Had I heard incorrectly from God? I was so certain this was the person I was to build a life with.  The person with whom I was to partner with in some form of ministry.  Did I have it wrong from the beginning?  Even our wedding invitations began with “seeking God’s will for their lives and believing that includes each other….” Was our union not part of God’s will?  How could I have thought this is what God wanted?

One therapy session was a shocker for me on some levels.  I had been pounding these questions.  I had been wanting answers.  Various memories had been playing out in my mind all week before the session.  The time I saw several women’s names in his phone.  I told myself it was work contacts as he did not have a separate work phone.  The time he would not let me use his phone camera, but took the photo for me.  He was fearful someone would text while I had the phone.  The time the debit card was declined at the grocery store for insufficient funds.  Explained that he made a couple of double payments on some bills to get ahead.  The money went for credit card payments, but  for credit cards I did not know existed.  The sudden shopping for my Christmas presents on Etsy when I did not know he realized the company existed.  The  constant computer obsession resulting in coming to bed late.  Actually due to time zone differences of his many on line women friends.  There were so many other red flags flying near the end it should have been painfully obvious.  

 Denial is a strong defense, but it has a low long term success rate.  In that therapy session, I finally had to admit that I did know. I did realize something was greatly amiss.  I did see the difference in who he had become.  I had seen this behavior pattern before—specifically twice before.  I had experienced the same intuition sensations before.  Yet, I did nothing.  I had chosen to not completely put the puzzle pieces together this time.  I did not want to deal with the picture they made once again.  I did not have the emotional energy to take on another battle.  I had fought for my sister, wrestled with God, stood beside my dying father in law, and struggled with my mother’s decline.  I was all out of fight.  My tanks were completely empty.  Before, I had been the one to step up and say enough.  I had been the one to confront and set boundaries when behaviors reached levels that threatened our marriage.  I had been the one that stayed true.  I had been the one to forgive, so we could try again.  I had been, but I could not be again.   

I spend a lot of time driving for work. This is thinking and often prayer time.  I had been having thoughts.  Why were we married?  Where were the new dreams we could share? What was going on in his head?  Why was he becoming so distant?  What do I really want?  Unaware that he was starting an affair, I realized I was weary of being in a marriage without a partner.  I realized I wanted more.  I tried to talk to him, but received answers of “nothing is wrong” or “I’m fine”.  He closed off and I made a choice.  This time I chose to not push. I chose to not intervene.  This was not because I did not want nor love my him.   My deepest hope was that my husband would see his own errors and make the efforts to change this time.  He knew where his continued actions would take us.  I had set those boundaries stating I wanted to be together, but at the same time would not tolerate another infidelity.  The trust in our marriage would not survive another emotional  or a physical affair.  Without trust there would be nothing to hold the foundation together.  I so very much wanted him to be the one to step up.  I wanted him to choose to be true. I spent the majority of that therapy session sobbing in this new admission and my crumbling denial.    

The bittersweet portion of this came when I realized I was not the idiot I was certain I had become.  The “How could I….” became “I chose to ignore.”  I chose to believe lies.  It was easier than attempting to deal with the truth on empty tanks.  It was a delay tactic.  I was believed there was more time to return to a loving marriage.  I was sure things would never go “that” far.  I was very wrong. Perhaps that leaves me unwise at worst and a wishful thinker at best.   

I still believe we were put together in God’s plan.  I also believe this was not the outcome of God’s perfect will.  God was disappointed too.  He wanted something different for us.  I still believe when we were securely anchored in Him, God used us to reach and minister to several people.  Some, maybe never reached before.  I still believe we did find God’s will for our lives.  Just like Eve with the snake in the garden, sin was permitted to come into the relationship.   We did not let God do the deeper healing work needed to completely repair the marriage foundation the first time it cracked.  We let our own superficial repairs replace structural soundness. In essence,  we permitted the bedrock to be replaced with sand.  

Where does this leave me?  Am I as guilty as my spouse in the demise of my marriage for not intervening?  In some ways I am guilty in the demise of the marriage.  It does take two…right?  (By the way that took a long time for me to be able to admit.)  It is true that I did not step up to try to save my marriage again.  I am guilty of wanting the situation to be different this time.  I am guilty of of choosing to not rescue my ex husband again. I am guilty of maintaining the boundaries I previously set.  I have asked myself and my counselor, if I had intervened—ran to the rescue again, would the marriage have survived?  I really do not believe it would have.  Not this time.  Even disregarding the relationship he left to pursue, there were too many other emotional relationships he developed.  This was not a crack, but a wrecking ball hit.  There were severe foundation chunks missing in our marriage.  We lost our partnership. We were not equally invested in the marriage or each other—perhaps for quite some time.  The cloying sin of lust and its associate pornography had sank some pretty deep hooks into my ex husband.  I had thought so many times he was free of this bondage, but obviously the hooks were still embedded.  I was running on empty and had not taken care of myself emotionally.  All of these placed wedges in those foundation cracks.  When the wrecking ball hit, the cracks spread wide.  They left our marriage wide open to the onslaught of the perfect storm that hit.  The floods came rolling.  The house washed away.