Forgiving Adultery. ~ Rebecca Butler

Via on Dec 31, 2012
Photo: Wickipedia
Photo: Wickipedia

My intention is to write this piece from a place of forgiveness, so that I can break free of my prison of fear and any meals of shame.

According to The Power Path (a shamanism wisdom website) the theme for December is forgiveness and if we are to believe the theories on this site, which have often served me in the last year, we want to move into 2013 having forgiven our karmic debts—let go, surrender and have a sigh of relief. I am writing this piece to purge, to cleanse, to clean out my karmic debt junk drawer and wash my hands of this story once and for all.

In 2001, I cheated. Not only did I cheat, I slept with my husband’s (and my own) best friend. Not only did I sleep with him before our divorce was final—before the ink had dried on the papers—I discovered I was pregnant soon after. Not only did I get pregnant, I brought my son, this adorable creature into the world—against all odds, without a support structure, operating entirely on my own courage.

I consider myself a good person. I did not intend to wreak havoc on everyone’s lives. I was simply looking for love.

And yes, the Waylon Jennings’ song, “Looking for Love in All the Wrong Places” comes to mind. At least, it should. Our best friend, let’s call him “Bill,” was not the place for me to be looking for solace. My husband and I had been in the midst of rocky times, but they weren’t that bad. We had fallen into a routine of partying a lot. Like five nights a week in the Austin, Texas live music scene.

None of this is ground breaking or all that unusual, but we had drifted apart in our mission to have fun, a mission created to avoid the pain lurking beneath the surface of our broken marriage. From the outside, we had it all together. We had a cute house, great jobs, both of us were attractive, kind and fun. But behind closed doors, we were anything but in love.

Stand OutOur solution? Escapism via partying. We’d hit the scene: someone’s house, a club, a restaurant, a music gig. We’d get to the place and we’d go separate directions. We’d intersect here and there, but we just simply had our own lives going. I knew I was in trouble when one of my dear friends looked at me one night as husband and I stood side by side but worlds apart, and said, “I’m going to sentence you two to a night at home alone together.”

I remember the breath being knocked right out of my gut and everything in my biology screaming, shrieking, “No!” Instead of saying something and speaking up for my soul that was in such agony, I just looked at him (and he at me) through glazed, uninterested eyes. We were already gone by then, our vows washed somewhere under the bar with the fifth or sixth beer glass, dirtied and stained with a rim of cocaine and a smidgen of ecstasy. We just didn’t have anything left to stand on.

So why did it happen? How could I participate in something so callous, self-righteous and ugly? I was then already a yogi, although I was not yet a teacher. How could any self-respecting yogi be such a shit? I’ve often wondered this and only recently have I come into some understanding of my behavior.

In Brene Brown’s book, Daring Greatly, she talks about the betrayal of disengagement.

When the people we love or with whom we have a deep connection stop caring, stop paying attention, stop investing, and stop fighting for the relationship, trust begins to slip away and hurt starts seeping in. Disengagement triggers shame and our greatest fears — the fear of being abandoned, unworthy and unlovable. What can make this covert betrayal so much more dangerous than something like a lie or an affair is that we can’t point to the source of our pain—there’s no event, no obvious evidence of broken-ness. It can feel crazy-making.

I believe that is what happened to my first marriage. With all of my heart, I believe he disengaged and I chased after him in “crazy-making” mode. I couldn’t reach him, so I began to do more and more outlandish things—more drugs, risqué clothing, unnecessary spending, wild decisions about my career and more. And on and on it went, until finally, I engaged in the ultimate act of treason, the greatest (read worst) depth I could sink to get his attention: adultery. My act of treason set off a chain of events that ultimately led to divorce.

We are both remarried now, and I will say this: I am so keenly aware of how wonderful my new husband is. We work hard, oh-so hard, to stay connected. I do not take him for granted, not even for a second. We are raising my 10-year-old son together. Yes, if you are wondering, Bill is still involved in my son’s life. He’s an excellent father and still a friend. And my new husband and I have a one-year-old baby girl, whom we lavish love upon.

This quote spoken by the character Po, in the film Kung Fu Panda 2 sums up why I had to finally forgive myself .

“…You stay in your prison of fear

With the bars made of hopelessness

And all you get are three square meals a day of shame

Yes, good people do commit adultery. Forgiveness of self is key.

 

(This is the second in a seven-part elephant love and relationships series with content partner The Good Men Project  on the theme question, Why Do Good People Cheat? Check out the hit first piece in the series, How to Be a Cheater.)

 

Rebecca Butler head shotRebecca Butler lives in Fort Worth, TX. Here, she fancies herself in a community that is at the genesis of change. By day, she is a self-proclaimed-intensity-junkie yoga teacher, serving as the lead teacher at a local donation based studio known as Karmany Yoga, a mother, and a wife… By night {when the house sleeps}, she is a writer, a dreamer and a poet. Her most meaningful moments are sometimes spent pushing a stroller, listening to her latest muse {from Dr. Wayne W. Dyer to Caroline Myss} and picking up after her 90 lb silver lab puppy named Gunner. Her mother passed from ALS (Lou Gehrig’s disease) in early 2012. Through this journey, Rebecca learned more about life, love and laughter than any book could have possibly taught her. It is in her memory that Rebecca chooses to live each day in Joy… Joy for life – the ups and downs, breaks and bruises and the glory. Oh, the glory. She has been published on MindBodyGreen, RecoveringYogi, Yoganonymous, and Intent.com. You can find out more about her teaching & writing at www.rebeccabutleryoga.com, or connect with her on Facebook or Twitter at @Rbutleryoga.

 

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4 Responses to “Forgiving Adultery. ~ Rebecca Butler”

  1. iambethanne says:

    Thank you Rebecca for sharing your story. It takes a major act of courage to tell a story like this. I know, because I have a similar story and it's one I don't openly share. I also read Brene Brown's book Daring Greatly, but somehow tonight when I read again about the betrayal of disengagement that's exactly what had become of my marriage, and I think that's why I was so vulnerable to extra-marital attention that lead to an affair as I exited my marriage. Right or wrong, it happens to the best of us. "I consider myself a good person. I did not intend to wreak havoc on everyone’s lives. I was simply looking for love." Amen and again, thank you.

  2. rbutleryoga says:

    You're welcome. Thank you for sharing. Much love.

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