My husband, feeling very secure in our loving wonderful marriage of 12 years said I was right and he would be careful.
Well, unknown to me the conversations kept going and going.
The wife soon told him they were divorced, but it didn’t end there.
She went on about how she was sexually abused and abused by him and then she remarried someone else and he sexually abused her daughter. I told my husband to be careful because she was giving too much intimate information and she could be trying to suck him into her life.
I stopped breathing for a second, I felt my whole world spin out of control. “I’m sorry you’re hurting” my husband we will call him Jack (not his real name) “I hurt all the time, people have said they love me but they don’t really.” the woman I will call her Sue (not her real name) “I love you” Jack “I wish I was with you, I have been hurt so much” Sue “I just want to hold you in my arms and carry you close to me” Jack “You are my everything. He learned his lesson and today our marriage is healing.I want to make everything alright for you.” “I wish I could hear your voice right now and feel your arms” Sue “I’m singing to you right now. It hurts and I still wonder about what I can’t control, but God helps me daily. This woman needed help, but not help from my husband. I forgive her and my husband, but it will take along time to trust and to heal. I have up to date pictures from my cousins mission trip to Guatemala, baby pictures within the hour of birth, prayer requests,my former students talk to me about what college their attending and so much more fun stuff. A few months back my husband came home from work and told me about how he had asked the wife of an old high school buddy if her husband had email(on Facebook). I hate when someone writes something distasteful, or posts pictures that are not appropriate, I hate the gossip or bashing of people, but most of all I hate what it did to my marriage.So about am during the weekday(with a strong feeling), I logged on his account and looked at his messages. We go on dates, we talk to each other, we share, we hold hands, we do things for each other. He came home and we talked and talked (Ok, I yelled some and I am not a yeller). He said, “No, he just wanted her to know somebody cared.” “He loved her like a friend.” I told him “No one should tell anyone but their spouse those things.” He said, he was sorry and I was right.
What I didn’t realize was he was chatting with her right then! He said he thought he could help her feel better without getting involved and until he heard my voice he didn’t really get it. She played you and I warned you.” He said he thought he was strong enough to handle it. He thought because he loved me so much he couldn’t get sucked in. My husband was sick to his stomach, scared, shaking. He begged, pleaded, and most of all he learned a huge lesson.