“I feel like I have fallen out of love with you.” Those were the words my wife shared with me in the second year of our marriage. Can you imagine how I felt? She was pregnant with our second child by that time, and it felt like our marriage was in a fragile position. Then to top it off, she told me one of the reasons had to do with our sexual experience in relation to things she had experienced in the past. I was livid! How could she feel this way? If she hadn’t been with anyone else, and waited for me, she would have no clue what something else was like. I waited for her, why couldn’t she do the same for me? How can I end this, and still maintain my witness? These were all thoughts that went through my head.

I can remember giving deep thought to what an exit could look like. In fact, I told myself if she weren’t pregnant with my son, I could probably find a way to be ok with co-parenting our daughter. I shut down. Like really shut down. We were in the same house, but she was dead to me. I felt so hurt and betrayed. Ultimately, I felt trapped. I had made a commitment to her, but she no longer wanted me. My ego was deflated. No man wants to feel like another man has a one up on him. That’s emasculating for any man. Moreover, my heart was broken. Shattered even. I was still madly in love with her before that moment and hearing her share feelings that were contrary to mine left me in a dark place.

When I shut down, it caused her to realize how much she really did love me. Feeling like she had lost me made her value what she had with me. I wasn’t immediately ready to receive her. You know hurt is not always something we can shake quickly, and I certainly wanted to hold on to mine. I even felt justified in it, but I remember the moment everything changed. God reminded me of my vows. You see I promised to love her for better or for worse. The better was the moment we walked down the aisle. The better was the two homes we had purchased by that time. The better was the financial increase that we had attained in a short period of time. The better was watching our daughter come into this world and learning that we would be having a son. This was the worse. This was the moment that I really didn’t prepare for, even though I had uttered those vows. I made a vow to have and to hold my wife, and I knew that this type of brokenness needed a holding moment.

I’m not about to lie and tell you any of this was easy. It was one of the hardest seasons of our lives, but the triumph in working through it produced a deeper love. You see the hard times, the resistance, the struggle, and the fight build our strength. The battle scars help me to know that what we have was worth fighting for. Had I walked away in year two, I would have missed the beauty of the nearly nine years that were awaiting us. We have built so much more in that time period that would have been lost if my deflated ego and bruised heart were allowed to remain in the driver seat of my life.

I also had to understand that my wife really didn’t want to be with anyone else sexually. She wanted me to rise to new levels that would fulfill her in greater ways. It was a challenge I took seriously, and I have rose to the occasion. LITERALLY! (Deletes mental images from your brain once again) Men, we can’t be so weak in the mind, and so strong in our egos, that we can’t listen when our wife challenges us in areas: even sexually. Women are entitled to fulfillment too and shouldn’t be forced to fake the funk just to make you feel macho. There’s no winning in keeping things fake and phony. Cristian and I have grown so much from that moment. We have navigated more hard seasons as well, but I celebrate our scars and triumphs, because a love worth fighting for is a love worth having.