Marital Infidelity: A Marriage Surviving It

Sometimes Things Break Open to Become Better

My friend Cleo met her husband Eric twenty-five years ago when she moved into her parents’ retirement home in Miami after she graduated college.

She took a waitressing gig until she figured out how to mobilize a degree in English literature into cash and Eric was a bartender at the same joint.

Cleo was a petite, blonde firecracker and Eric looked like Fabio, but not cheesy.

He was the Uncheesy Fabio. Their chemistry was palpable. They were frequently advised to “go get a room.”

Cleo and Eric married two years later and I was an envious bridesmaid at their wedding, getting a little too drunk and making a pass at a Latvian busboy, because I couldn’t get my boyfriend at the time to commit to calling me when he said he would, let alone marrying me.

My sister and I as bridesmaids (can you guess the year by our hair?)

Last year, on the eve of Cleo and Eric’s twenty-second wedding anniversary, she called me in tears.

She’d found messages on Eric’s Facebook page. She didn’t even know he had a Facebook page.

He’d been corresponding with a high school girlfriend who still lived in Madison, Wisconsin, where Eric grew up.

It was obvious, in reading the messages, that Eric and this woman were having an emotional affair that was heading into the planning stages of becoming a physical one.

Cleo hadn’t yet told Eric she knew, and was calling me for advice.

“First of all, there’s been no intermingling of genitalia,” I said, which made her laugh.

A good sign. “Have you had any prior indications that Eric is a serial, secret-keeping cheater before this incident?” She said no.

This is the moment I should’ve told her to sign them both up for couple’s counseling, but I had an opinion and was compelled to express it, which of course I did.

“You have to tell him you know. Then you have to figure out what’s going on in the marriage that made Eric feel like he needed to get some kind of approval or stimulation outside of it, which DOES NOT MEAN it’s your fault, but this is where the two of you need to start digging.”

Over the years, Cleo had evolved into the main breadwinner, as a high-level manager, for their family of three (they have a son).

In the meantime, Eric floundered at several different professions — scuba instructor, bar manager, construction worker.

He just couldn’t seem to find work that wasn’t enervating while Cleo thrived.

She admitted to me that she resented being the main earner and that, at times, she felt like she was Eric’s mother rather than his wife — that she did nag and control and admonish.

Turns out there was an ocean of anger below the surface.

Sometimes a marriage has to be cracked open to expose the rotten parts in order to rebuild a stronger foundation.

It’s a risk, of course, cracking any relationship open can mean the end of it, and I was worried maybe I’d given her bad advice.

Then Eric and Cleo called me two days later.

This is when I found out she too had been dabbling in an emotional affair at work, but was too ashamed to admit it to me.

Shortly after the call, they found a professional to help them navigate the dismantling of their marriage in the hopes of rebuilding it more soundly.

A year later Cleo and Eric are still together.

It’s not perfect. But now they have no secrets from one another. They have all the same passwords and all of their electronic communications are transparent.

There’s no more Facebook or Twitter and Cleo left the job where she’d had her emotional affair.

I like to think I’m a liberal person, but in some ways I’m an absolutist. Prior to knowing about Cleo and Eric’s problems, I thought a marriage with infidelity (emotional or otherwise) was doomed to failure.

But life is messy. People are messy. We have blind spots. Egos. And we often don’t understand the mysteries of our own hearts.

I’m rooting for my friends and hope, should my marriage come under fire, that I’ll have the kind of unvarnished honesty and humility my friends have displayed in the fight to save theirs.


Cleo and Eric gave me permission to write about them, but their names have been changed to protect their family.

Have you survived and thrived after marital infidelity?

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5 thoughts on “Marital Infidelity: A Marriage Surviving It”

  1. 1985?

    I used to be an absolutist too – and then I grew up. Once I began to understand why people cheat (other than some jerk who cheats right from the start), fixing the relationship made more sense.

    The older you get, the more shades of gray there are.

  2. You gave great advice, at least in my opinion (and I have a Masters degree in Counseling) 🙂 I’m glad to hear they’re trying to work it out. As a child of divorce, I know the costs and fall-out of divorce and believe marriage is worth preserving, if at all possible.

  3. My wife had an affair. It has nearly destroyed me. There were reasons for it, no doubt, but none that explained the extent of the deception. Dealbreaker. The end.

    1. Hello Deceived. I’m sorry to hear about what has happened to you. There is nothing more devastating than learning that someone you deeply love has betrayed you. It happened to me in one of my first long-term relationships. The relationship did actually recover for a time and I think my boyfriend was faithful after that, but eventually we just grew apart. I hope that you find healing and a woman who will keep your heart safe.

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