Love's Tragic Sometimes.

Oh the lengths you'll go for love.  Love really is a tragically horrible word.  I have lived a tragedy in love.  One that almost tore my entire family, my world apart.  But through prayer & reflection, I was pushed down the path of forgiveness.  I decided that I could & I would forgive the one that hurt me the most & the one that inflicted this sorrow in me.  Two years, I have walked this path of sorrow & tried to not only rebuild my marriage-but rebuild myself.

Infidelity doesn't just cause marriages to break up-but it also causes physiological issues in the person that was cheated on.  Meaning, I sat around for more than a year wondering why I wasn't loved enough, good enough, pretty enough, skinny enough, smart enough, hardworking enough, sexy enough to keep my husband faithful.  It took me a very long time to realize it didn't have anything to do with me.  It had to do with two other people, this wasn't & still isn't about me at all. My husband was the one that wasn't good enough, he wasn't good enough to be with someone like me-so he left, to pursue something that was on the level of how low he had plummeted.  It's taken a long time for him to build himself back up, in my eyes-but most importantly in his own eyes as well.  It's tragic, I told you.