My wife repeated the sentence I could not understand, “I’m moving out.” I searched her eyes for the familiar fire. Seeing none, I thought, “Who is this woman?” My wife of two years had become an instant stranger.
“What are you saying? Why do you want to leave?”
“I’m unhappy and lonely and miserable actually.” There, it was — out. “You make me miserable. Maybe with a little distance between us we’ll get closer.”
I touched her arm, but she pulled away as I said, “It doesn’t make any sense. How can distance make us closer?”
“I don’t know, but I do know that I can’t stay here. I need some time to sort things out, a little space. I’m not even sure I even love you or that I ever did.”
I stood frozen, as I begged, “Please don’t go now. Can’t you wait until tomorrow?”
She silently picked up her suitcase, flung her purse over her shoulder, and with a dramatic toss of her hair, walked out our front door.
A Hidden Affair
I knew that I hadn’t been the best husband, and that I got angry at her too often. I knew that my need to be right often made her wrong.
I knew that lately she had been distant. But I didn’t know that my wife was having an affair.
During the month Nancy was gone, I was a mess. Each time I called her, I would start to cry and ask her what I could do to get her to come home, but she answered my questions with one-word sentences. Then she would abruptly say, “I gotta go,” and hang up.
I asked friends to “spy” on her, and they told me that she seemed fine — happy. They told me to move on with my life and try to accept the fact that she was gone. When Nancy told me she was filing divorce papers, I believed that our marriage was over.
Then, one night, after a miraculous change of heart (read Nancy’s book Avoiding the Greener Grass Syndrome for the full story) she came home and said, “I’ve been lying to you for months, but I’m going to tell the truth now. Ask me anything.”
“Is there another man? Are you having an affair?”
She looked away and whispered, “Yes, with a man at work. But it ends today. I’m going to quit my job tomorrow and I will never see him again. I hope that you will take me back and we can stay married.”
Rebuilding Our Marriage
The decision to forgive came quickly, but the rebuilding of our marriage took a long time. I would feel good one day and hopeless the next. Then she would get frustrated and confused. There would be a week where we would be caring and loving, and then we’d slip into old patterns and have to remind ourselves to get back on track.
When we first got back together, it would be a good day if we were just polite to each other. If we could say “please” and “thank you” and not fight or yell. That was as much as we could have hoped for.
The first thing we did was get godly advice from a wise Christian couple. Then we spent several months seeing a Christian marriage counsellor. We got involved in our church’s couples group, and started reading marriage materials. I had to find out, “What does a husband do? What is my role? What does that look like?” And she had to find out, “What is a godly wife supposed to do?” We learned biblical principles about loving one another God’s way and found practical ways to apply them.
When the thoughts of her with him came to taunt me, I didn’t allow them to stay. Instead, I chose to think about the future.
Another important ingredient to healing was that we offered each other mercy while we were trying to change. When we slipped up, we tried not to get too bent out of shape over it because we both knew we were trying. It was like we were two parallel pendulums swinging back and forth, just missing each other. But through studying God’s Word and putting those principles into our marriage, eventually we became like two pendulums, swinging in sync — together. But it took time, self-control and a strong commitment to each other.
Many of the harmful habits we had established over the years were very difficult to break. Before, we would be waiting for the other person to make a mistake so we could point it out. But when we began this new cycle. I was trying to please her and she was trying to please me.
A New Personal Mission
Probably the one thing that helped me the most was the verse in 1 Peter 3:7 where it instructs me to “dwell with my wife in understanding.” For years and years, every comedian on television says, “Oh, I can’t understand my wife.” It’s the proverbial joke in our culture. But if the Bible tells us to dwell with our wives in understanding, it must be possible.
I did not ask for details of Nancy’s affair. I didn’t want to obsess about what she did and where she did it. When the thoughts of her with him came to taunt me, I didn’t allow them to stay. Instead, I chose to think about the future we were building. I took the advice I read in the Bible in Philippians 4:8 which reminded me to think about things that were pure, admirable, lovely and good.
I made it my personal mission to try to understand my wife. I learned that my wife is more sensitive than my buddy. I can tease and make wise cracks at my friend’s expense, and he’s just going to respond with a playful insult. But when I make fun of my wife, it breaks her down emotionally and spiritually. It hurts her and she pulls away from me.
I learned that if my wife says, “You’re’ tailgating and it’s scaring me,” I should stop tailgating. If I love her, why would I want to frighten her? The more I understood my wife and respected those God-given differences, the less we argued.
As we worked to discuss things calmly and lovingly rather than argue, the intimacy grew. Our love grew.
Soon, Nancy realized how much my forgiveness meant to her. She thanked me many times for being willing to take her back. She treated me with new respect and I began to appreciate her.
I never regretted my choice to forgive Nancy. It has been over 25 years since Nancy’s affair but we’ve never stopped learning from it.
Her affair was a symptom of a terminally ill marriage. I’m not excusing her behaviour, but I was not an attentive, loving, encouraging husband. She repeatedly told me how sad, lonely, and discouraged she felt and I selfishly tried to talk her out of her needs. I didn’t compliment her enough and I was not a model of spiritual maturity in our home. Our marriage was a mess and a lot of that was my fault.
We choose to take the value system God has for marriage. Though our emotions may change, God’s standard doesn’t change and he is there to help us.
Our theory is: always be fine-tuning your relationship. Never let your guard down for a moment. Never take each other for granted and be careful not to get caught up in emotions because our emotions can deceive us.
We are amazed at how far we’ve come — we laugh a lot now and really enjoy each other. Our 22-year-old son often sees us holding hands and sees that we are living examples of mercy and restoration.
We had a broken home, but with the Lord’s help and a lot of work, it’s fully restored — stronger than before. My wife’s affair shattered our marriage but God redeemed what was lost and restored it!