Lost and Found Family
August 18, 2008
When it was discovered my dad was having an affair, the family unit I’d known for twenty-seven years was slowly torn apart. Now what I once knew as my family no longer looks the same, feels the same, or is the same. It’s felt like what I’d imagine losing a limb might feel like; first searing pain, then numbness, now an ever-persistent ache. At times, losing a parent to death would have seemed like a more welcome trial.
(Image from www.ungrind.org)
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Very well expressed, Danielle. I am still so sorry for your loss. Truly I think I agree: I would rather lose my dad to death than to infidelty. My husband comes from a torn family and I’ve seen his pain. Praise God that you and Bri and Lydia and Paul have won battles with bitterness along the way. God is faithful and immutable. Faithful yesteday, today, and forever. I do feel for you and pray for you. Thanks for writing candidly and yet graciously about your situation.