I did this on Sunday, although I'm not sure if it was the right thing to do, and told him that as well. I was expecting a giant reaction from reading this - either I would fully relate and know that I did the right thing. Or I would say ack! no, I didn't do the right thing. I fully believe that life will sort itself out the way God intended it to be - it always has, even if the journey is crazy and full of heartaches - so it will this time too, I just need to be patient and let it.
Only divorced once (fortunately), but I can relate: "God freed me. In a very unconventional, embarrassing, messy way, I received healing."
Beautifully written. Thanks.
"Canada is still Canada". I love it, Max!
- from a reader in Canada ;)
Part II (sorry, I guess there is a word limit): Sometimes I think it made the situation worse; he told me it filled him with horrible guilt. But, in the end, when I left, I knew that I a) chose to be married, b) chose to stay for as long as I did, c) chose to always treat him with respect and then d) chose when I left (although in retrospect, it should have been earlier). Because I was aware of each choice along the way, I felt that I was better prepared to accept the consequences.
Now, as I forge ahead with life and new relationships, I know the difference what it makes to be in a relationship versus actively choosing to be in a relationship.
Part I: Thank you for your additional comments. When I read the article I was reminded of the marriage I was in several years ago. I had made the choice, but he had not made the choice. It took me awhile to accept that, for the longest time I wanted to believe that my choice was good enough for the both of us. It wasn't. It became increasingly obvious that I needed to make a new choice: I chose to stay until a certain point, not entirely sure when it would come, but knew that I would know when it was actually time to leave. I chose to continue to treat him with all the love and respect a human being, one that I loved as a husband deserved.