Her timidly measured, soft-spoken words were, to me, erratic, thunderous, rapid-firing bullets mincing, shredding an unarmed combatant that did not know the when, where and whys or even knew of the furtive wars of evasive lies that I had been and would be engaged, forevermore.
After the evening’s ambush laid, scattered dead, what I knew to be her, what I knew to be me. What I knew to be loved, what I knew to be loathed. What I knew to be a friend, what I knew to be a foe. What I knew to be a lie, what I knew to be truthful.
What I knew, once vibrant and confident, are vanquished comrades, slain by the D-day’s disclosures of a secreted, stain. A deceit between the sheets, dishonoring our marriage bed.
Fidelity, integrity, honesty, security, loyalty, worthiness, faithfulness, hopefulness, trustworthiness, sacredness and scores yet named lay stilled in rolls and rolls gratuitously lining Marital Hill with forsaken, tarnished gold forevermore erected o'er earthen mounds.
In the inner sanctum of this veteran’s soul, again, and again, year after year, night and day, wake and sleep, I unwillingly hear, ere taps’ mournful toll, the jolting sounds of the three-volley salute proclaiming the interment of our sacred vows, felled by infidelity.
I was told to stay. I was told to stray. I was told to reject, I was told to accept. I was told to be calm. I was told to be furious. I was told I was to blame. I was told it’s her shame. I was told to get a divorce. I was told to stay the course. I was told about radical acceptance. I was told of the dangers of avoidance. I was told her offences were unpardonable. I was told that her transgressions were forgivable. I was told God was almighty, sovereign and in control. I was told why an engaged, omnipotent Deity was ineffectual. I was told I was her desired. I was told she played me a fool.
Many told me what I should and shouldn’t do to mend, few sat quietly, listening, comforting, shielding me, until the pain’s end.
I am pleading with my fellow battle-hardened comrades who seem compelled to give one-dimensional counsel, please, please, please, postpone harsh, fixed verdicts, allow compassion to reign. Try hearing without acumen towards anyone. I’m imploring to those that wish to help me understand, not condemn, the indeterminate meanings of - her timidly measured, soft-spoken words, that were to me, trust given.