Lynn & Sam…A Story of Betrayal, Regret and Unresolved Trust

Lynn & Sam were married for 17 years. They could have lived a wonderful life, yet choices one of them made led to affair with a best friend and a betrayal so deep, only few can handle.  Sadly they had 3 kids and a good life that Sam was willing to destroy instead of dealing with what was really going on inside of him.

Then one day he found someone new. Her best friend. She waited and watched as the drama unfolded in front of her face.

Lynn was mad.

Sam came and left and Lynn never knew when she would see him again.

Then after a few months of this back and forth she said, “I’m done.” Then he asked her if his Mother could move in with her and Lynn, wanting to be a good wife, said, “Sure.”

The next week her mother-in-law came to live with her.

Wait. What? I had to stop her. WTF? “You let your mother-in-law live with YOU?? While your hubby was not living with you?”

She said, “Yeah! She had nowhere to go. So she lived with me. She actually slept in my bed!”

I had no more questions. I was in awe of this woman. Surely she was a saint. Not only did her husband leave her for some other lady? The affair-having-man let his mom come to live with the wife he just left?

I had gotten the feeling from her angry negative comments that she may be saying she didn’t want to reconnect with her husband but that was far from the truth.

“Sure, of course I’d take him back. But he’s not coming back.”

That’s what she said and after she’d share a story or two with me about the weekend that had just passed, there would be factual evidence that her husband was showing signs of coming home.

“Nah…” she’d blow me off.

This went on for several years. Each time I’d tried to give her some of the advice I’d been sharing with wives, she’d blow me off. She refused to talk about anything she could do to bring him home because she was convinced, “He’s never coming back.”

But that didn’t stop her from looking like a schoolgirl whenever she spoke about him. Each time his name came up in a story, her face would turn a funny shade of pink.

I never gave up encouraging her to keep that door open for him. Cause if she kept that door open, he may return.

“Nope,” she would say, “I do not want a homecoming.”

I laughed. I knew her.  I didn’t believe her. It was her pride and her ego.  Neither of which belong in a marriage that works.

But sadly, she was right. Homecoming would never be possible because Sam was killed in a motorcycle accident this week.

We are not promised a tomorrow, yet we all live like we will be here forever. 

How wrong we are.

Bottom Line: Why wait? Be humble.

If you need my help?  Use me. This is what I do. I can help you find your way back.