Can this marriage be saved?
|I sat at the edge of the lake on a blanket, typing in my laptop. This story had the makings of a bestseller; I could feel it. The buzzing noise of a boy and girl riding a jet ski interrupted my train of thought. The girl riding on the back waved; I waved back.
In what seemed another lifetime ago, I was a pastor's wife. David was a youth pastor when we first met. He was tall with boyish good looks and a creative mind. Shortly after we married, he became the lead pastor. Soon, the children arrived: David Jr., Connor and Wren. By all appearances, life was perfect. It's hard to pinpoint exactly when things went south: David's embezzling of church funds, Connor's death, or my affair.
After the embezzlement was discovered, David was promptly fired and ordered to pay restitution. Thankfully, no criminal charges were filed. At some point, the whole family was stricken with the flu. One by one we recovered, except poor Connor. The pediatrician suspected leukemia and the tests confirmed it. Tragically, he died six months later.
During Connor's treatment, we learned that David was a total mismatch as a bone marrow donor. I instantly knew why: I cheated with Dylan, my high school flame, during the first five years of our marriage. It's not something I'm proud of. I really believed two of the children were David's. Unbeknownst to me, David had Klinefelter syndrome; he was unable to father children. I wouldn't have married him if I'd known and he knew it. However, he was a loving, doting father to the children. Still, the gulf of deception in our marriage seemed too wide to overcome. However, we vowed until death do us part.
"How's the story coming?" David sat beside me on the blanket.
"Fine," I replied, smiling as we watched David Jr. and Wren riding their jet ski.