A s children we head a great though relatively poor life. We lacked for nothing. All 4 brothers have Uni degrees and all are married long term (>20 yrs).
We each expected that the wife we would marry would be a virgin and a Christian (not an unreasonable expectation in our circle).
I met my wife, a Scot, in Papua New Guinea. The instant I saw her I knew she was special and it was the same for her.
We got on famously. Our courtship was fast, intense and short. She was due to head back to Britain within 4 weeks of our meeting, so I had to make up my mind quickly if I was going to ask her to marry me. When I asked she said yes instantly. Then she said she had to explain a bit more about herself. She wanted the truth told right up front so that there would be no surprise later “as the truth will out.” She had only become a Christian recently.
She was not a Christian when she went to PNG, had met a Latino, had been courted and proposed to and accepted and engaged. They had had sexual intercourse before marriage. The engagement broke up, she was shaken and it was then that she realised she needed Jesus Christ and had repented and converted. She was now a new creation, old things had passed away. That is what she wanted me to know.
I was shocked but I loved her and said that as she was now a new creature in Christ who was I to hold her sin against her. From that time on I never again mentioned the fornication. I was aware that under the scriptures by rights she should be reunited with what essentially was her “husband” and that I was sinning in marrying her, but I loved her too much to give her up. We married, had 4 children, worked hard and paid off our home in 7 years and studied for a degree at night, then built a new house has with my own hands. This all took about 15 years. However by about year 12 in our marriage one day an awful truth impressed itself on me; I was lonely! We have had our share of arguments, and disagreements and I know what Coventry looks like, but generally we got on reasonably well.
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There are many aspects that we agree on strongly and many that we disagree on strongly, but generally we work well together. I tried to analyse why I felt lonely and came to the conclusion that my wife is not an affectionate person. We both love to kiss and cuddle but she will only do it on Saturday and Sunday night (other than a kiss when we greet or part for work).
In contrast I like lots of smooching and always wanted to hold her if we had had an argument. This she would always refuse to do and instead she would stew for days sometimes weeks. I tried often to break through the ice but she staunchly resisted all attempts and obviously simply wanted to grow over the fight and not do anything to shorten the process.
Our kids grew up and are all now off our hands, we have been married 29 years. However the old problem of reconciling remains. My wife is a very beautifull woman (even in her middle age) and there have been 2 occasions over the past few years where she has taken more than a passing interest in other men who have insinuated their way into our family life. When I questioned her about the first bloke who is an elder in our church, who had approached her about a concern that one of our sons had expressed to him after one of our arguments. This bloke did not approach me at all and it took me a long time to realise that anything was going on. I would come home from work here would be the two of them talking while my wife ironed.
Now this bloke had called at our place for years both in his capacity as an elder and as a friend and I just did not tweak until I noticed that he went whenever I came in. I realised he was not there for my company. I brought it to a head, my wife got on the phone to him and he came round apologising with tears in his eyes. I was embarrassed and told him everything was OK. But its not, he still tries to get near my wife, she still gives him attention, and I am still fuming. The next incident was at our local swimming pool where I often swim for the health of my back.
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My wife started to swim as well several years after I started. She particularly made sure to go swimming Saturday afternoons. Now Saturdays are the one day in the week that I treasure to get all the work around the house done, so I don’t usually swim at that time, I do it on the way home from work. Just by mere fluke I went with her one day on a Saturday afternoon and when we got there she was warmly greeted by another bloke of whom I had never heard, never a comment, never a mention.
I had flashbacks to the first incident. That night I could not sleep so went for a walk, when I got back to the house here was my wife searching for me with the torch. She asked me what I was doing in the sweetest most concerned tone I had heard in a long time, I told her I couldn’t sleep, Why couldn’t I sleep? Because of what I had seen at the pool. Well she jumped down my throat with both boots on and we had a dingdong battle at 3 am in the morning. Now I am suspecting a third one, This bloke is single, 44 yrs, supposedly very shy, another (though recent) elder in the church.
He teaches Sunday school with my wife. She has recently started going to a Monday Morning prayer meeting which he attends, and she started going to bible studies at my son’s house on a Tuesday evening, which he attends, and he comes to our prayer meeting on the Wednesday evenings and ofcourse he goes to Church Sunday morning. She sees him 4 days out of the 7. I now can not bring myself to trust her anymore, she betrayed herself and her family in PNG, she is obviously welcoming enough for all these blokes to feel they can come on, I dont dare talk about anything meaningful any more and she doesn’t answer me anyway if I do, basically she has put me in a small compartment in her life and if I stray from that I’m in trouble. She says she wants to be trusted by me, but Trust like Virginity can only be lost once, then its gone. Its gone because I can not be certain that she is not hatching the next plot right now..
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