“But I still love him.”
Maybe you have said those words at one time or another. Even in the midst of the craziness, you have chosen to set aside your pain, wipe your tears and fervently proclaim in spite of everything he has said and done, “But I still love him.”
The words seem to stand alone, however “but” is a conjunction that connects and contrasts the first part of a sentence with the second. With this in mind, let’s consider what a complete sentence might sound like.
“He is controlling, mean and unpredictable… but I still love him.”
“He blames me for everything… but I still love him.”
“I feel lost, lonely and confused… but I still love him.”
“But I still love him…” They are words that connect real pain with patient optimism – generous measures of hope, devotion, determination and – let’s be honest – at least a small measure of denial.
If you were to set aside every excuse and rationale and be completely honest, how would you describe the man with whom you are sharing your life? Is he approachable, accepting and affectionate, kind, gracious and generous? Is he intrinsically safe? Or does he tend to be selfish, quick-tempered, controlling, manipulative and demanding?
The next question is: Do you love the man he is, or do you love the man you fell in love with – the man you believe he could be?
Every victim whom I have ever asked that question has solemnly confessed that she loves the man she fell in love with, a man who seems to have mysteriously vanished and been replaced by a man she barely recognizes. Some who are willing to concede that he is failing as a husband at the moment prefer to hold to a more generous and optimistic perspective by adding, “But, he can also be charming and funny and affectionate. Sometimes I see that side of him, and that is the man I love.”
I understand completely. It is that occasional sighting of Dr. Jekyll* that convinces you that you can surely find a way to put up with Mr. Hyde until the good man you infrequently catch a glimpse of returns once and for all. Some women have held tightly to that hope for 30 or 40 years or more to finally discover that the man they loved lived only in their imagination. So I simply pray that God will help you discern the kind of man he really is one way or the other.
Dear reader, this is your life and your dilemma, and my desire is to simply to give you permission to be honest with yourself. I know it’s scary, because the truth may not be easy to accept or address.
Nevertheless, I will pose it to you once again: Do you love the man he is, or do you love the man you believe he could be, but isn’t?
“[Love] does not rejoice in unrighteousness but rejoices with the truth.” I Cor. 13:6
* The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson, (1886)
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