A year and a half after our near implosion, I realized that, while I didn’t yet have what I’d call trust for my husband, lack of it was not a roadblock anymore. If it’s early days for you on the pitch black, lonely road back from infidelity, you’re likely slogging through a soupy fog and can’t see two inches in front of your face. You may be feeling weak for choosing to stay, or to leave, though there is only fierce strength and courage in either decision. But this perspective might shine a light just far enough ahead and just bright enough to make it all the way home by.
Confessional #25798927 "My child’s teacher emailed me to let me know my child slammed his laptop shut during their Zoom class. I’m actually the one who slammed it shut."
