It brought a non-believer (me) to God, and (as she says) showed her "what love really is...I never knew before." Every other man in her life had hurt her, and (as our counselor said), that's why she was trying to push me away before I did it, too. As horrible as it was, and as cliche as it is, it really HAS made us stronger. We can see, and avert, things before they become bad. We communicate better. We know what we each "understand" as love from the other one, and why things that were "non events" for one of us, were "nuclear reaction" from the other. As bad as it was, it was also one of the best things that ever happened to us. We learned an extraordinary amount, which we now put into practice.
We both learned a lot about ourselves, and each other. She's been a better wife this last year, than she has been all the years before. I've been a better husband, too. It seems we're the "miracle" case, but it's still hard. It's the hardest when my darker tendencies want to come out, and there seems to be "justification" for it, too. Part of me feels like a little bitch for staying with her. Part of me feels I exhibited a strength that few others have. She views it as being more devoted to her, and loving her, and caring for her, and being more selfless for her, than anyone else has ever been. I guess it's all the above. It's just not something I'm "over", yet. It's also not something I bring up regularly, as I don't want her to feel it's something that's "hung over her head". As a matter of fact, she will willingly offer it up as way of humility, at times. "Well, I can't really say anything about that..", or "I don't really have any room to talk", when we talk about other people, or other events.