Thinking I Was Up To The Challenge

When it all came out, to say my life was rocked was an understatement. Due to the public nature of my position and affair(s), many lives were altered forever. I knew little about life at that point, but I knew I wanted my kids, my family, and I wanted life to be what it once was.

It would never be again. (At least not the way it was before and truth be told, I’m glad it’s not what it once was)

As I started down the long road to recovery with Samantha, it was frustratingly apparent that I was NOT in control. This realization hurt like all hell, as I’m a control freak. Whether it was my professional position, or during college and professional baseball, or almost every other thing in life, I had learned how to “will it so” in my own strength, power and tenacity.

Not this time.

It would take several breakdown moments to realize this great revelation. I just couldn’t make Samantha heal and I couldn’t make her forgive me and I couldn’t prevent or isolate Samantha enough from the pain of the reminders or triggers or assault she would feel sometimes emotionally and mentally.

I have come from some pretty rough upbringing and have had to battle large amounts of adversity my entire life. Those times were dramatically different though. This time, my tenacity would be put to a different test: the ability to endure Samantha’s struggles with my affair and a commitment to allow change in my life as I faced great uncertainty about my family and future with her.

I tried to push her and hurry her to heal and get over it: that blew up in my face time and time again till I finally realized how much I was hurting her by trying to hurry her healing up. It simply meant I still had not gotten it yet. More frustration again.

It was when I admitted I couldn’t make this happen, that things began to take shape. All I could control was the type of man I was allowing myself to become and the efforts I would make at my own recovery. When I turned the focus off Samantha and making sure she would, could and had healed, and simply worked at my own recovery, I saw things change by leaps and bounds. It wasn’t as if I was back in control again, but I was living a surrendered life where all I could control was doing the “next right thing,” and even then I realized that I was still a wreck. Sure I wasn’t in an affair anymore, but I was still confronting my own dark and dysfunctional issues and struggles, and thinking this was going to be an easy recovery was way behind me.

Quitting many times seemed like the only option. I later learned it was my pride which wanted me to quit as I was mad that I couldn’t be in control and I couldn’t dictate how things were going to go.

I’m happy to say 7 years later, I never knew family life could be as sweet and as rewarding as it is right now, even after an affair. Samantha would whole heartedly agree with me.

The issue was not would I get here, but rather would I quit where I was, and quite possibly where some of you might be at right now. I know the pain and the hurt and the frustration. But don’t quit. Do your best to work on YOU, and allow God to work on you. The power many times is in the process of recovery, not this particular day or that particular day.

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re: getting it and getting over it

Thanks for this. I need to remember this on a daily basis right now. I need to work on my recovery and leave my spouse in God's hand. I am the unfaithful. Unfortunately, my spouse had an emotional affair prior to choosing reconciliation.

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