February 8, 2017
What exactly is a bond?
When I look up the word in my search engine, I come up with either a noun or a verb.

There’s even bonds for promises of money after a certain period of time. Those are fun!
What about people?
How are people bonded?
Hopefully willingly.
Sometimes unwillingly as in traumatic bonding and captive keeping.
When I married, I felt that my husband and I had made promises in front of our family and friends that were unbreakable. Together we had made a willing bond, a pact with each other.
Or so I thought.
I was correct for part of my feelings.
Yes, I made promises that were and are to me, unbreakable.
I, however, am not responsible for my husband’s promises.
I thought he felt the same as I.
I thought he wanted to love someone as much as they loved him.
I read in his own words that he wanted this kind of love.
I felt joy whenever I was even thinking of him. This wonderful man of mine, My Husband.
My joy was stolen. My husband chose to ignore his inner moral rightful voice for short-term excitement.
He broke what I thought was unbreakable.
What he did not realize is who he was hurting in all of his fun. He hurt his wife and children as well as himself for what?
For purely selfish reasons.
What those reasons were certainly matters. I have no control over his behavior or reasons though.
For me, that feels cripplingly vulnerable and powerless.
Trust has to be present to keep a bond together. Trust is found in attention, attraction, sharing and exchanging of information with one another. This is how bonds form.
……A little time, some talking, some sharing, laughing, attention and attraction are all that is needed.
Trust has to be maintained by repeated, consistent, sustained efforts over a period of time. This type of trust, keeps the bond together.
Trust and a Bond. They are both invaluable.
Break one and a destruction of the whole occurs.
Sometimes the broken bits go on to form a new bond or they become volatile.
Which occurs depends on what is around when the bond breaks. Stay with me here, this all makes sense from an evolutionary concept…….
Now just before our wedding anniversary, the first one after D-Day, I stated I did not want to acknowledge the day because I felt sadness in my heart and body.
My husband had stated he wanted to celebrate our wedding anniversary because we had a history and a bond. I looked quizzically at him and asked him “Where was this bond between us when you were with her?” “Seems convenient that your bond can be utilized at will and discarded when it suits your desires.”
When I had read his documents a few weeks before this conversation above occurred, I had found a note he wrote to himself about our wedding anniversary one year before. He wrote, “What do I want for our anniversary? Bugs, I want a divorce.”
I was crushed reading that simple note.
I begged my heart not to break anymore for fear this time I would surely be closer to dying.
I remember clearly the day he wrote that entry. It was a Sunday, six days before our wedding anniversary date. I was excited because I had finally started to feel better physically. I remember asking him what he wanted to do for our anniversary and stating I wanted to celebrate somewhere special. I didn’t know where but to me, anywhere was special with him by my side.
I too thought we had a bond that would carry us through anything in life. That we would weather the good and the bad times supporting each other. I was wrong.
I lost my best friend, my husband, father of my youngest children. I didn’t let him go though. He left willingly into the fantasy world consisting of he and his married co-worker. I don’t know who that man is to me. I hate that person. As much as I wish, I cannot erase him as he does exist.
For months I was numb.
I kept thinking somehow surely there was a mistake! This is not real! This wasn’t happening again! I trusted him and thought he trusted me, this has to be a joke!
No, this was real. My love has had an affair. Our bond had been broken.
I gasped for air just to breathe the tiniest breath only to collapse again in despair.
What hath my love done?
Over and over endlessly that phrase kept playing in my mind. I cannot make the repeating painful words and images stop.
To what extent the affair went I may never be told, but I know my inner voice knows the truth of what happened. I’m not stupid.
What happens to our bond now? Well as stated above once broken, we can bond with another or become volatile. There may even be another solution I’m not aware about. I should have paid more attention in my Organic Chemistry classes then maybe I would understand.
Maybe we can even bond with the piece we had before. That seems to be the most difficult to accomplish.
Why?
Because the bond can never be the same.
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