"Faith is the art of holding on to things your reason has once accepted, in spite of your changing moods." C S Lewis I can still clearly recall the day back in late August 2008, when my husband, Brett told me he had had an affair. He calmly told me he had something he needed to tell me and then dropped the bomb that tore my world apart – “I had an affair with X and R is my son”. My brain was telling me to compute this information but my body was already reacting in a huge a guttural roar that came from a place I had never accessed before and my arms were grabbing the bookcase against the wall and throwing it across the lounge room. “NOOOOOO!!!!”. And then I left my body.
The next few days I recall was like watching a scene in Neighbours. It was not my life I was living – I was watching someone else’s life play out. Affairs did not happen in my marriage especially ones that involved children. I was living a plot from Neighbours. This was not real. I was in deep shock that in reality was to last many months.
And that is it, with very few words from your partner, your life falls apart. The amazing thing was I had not a clue it was coming. I was living in a bliss bubble of a great marriage, 3 beautiful children and a sunny and happy life full of friends and community. How could I have been so wrong?