Your life partner, the loving father of your children, turns out to be a lying, cheating, son of a b!tch. You find out he’s been spending lots of money on expensive whores. Caught between a rock (you) and a hard place (the media), he decides to tell you the whole truth–not because he wants to, but because he has little choice. Your life falls apart, spirals out of control and the world witnesses the dissolution.

Your husband says he’s sorry. He didn’t mean to hurt you. He meant to put an end to it but he’s an idiot. He admits it. Maybe he is addicted to flesh, not yours it would seem, but other women’s. He is a hypocrite and he is ashamed but he says he loves you. He loves the children.

For better or worse? Until death do us part? Is that the ultimate promise?

Apparently so and Mrs. Silda Spitzer is living the madness of that promise. So many people have asked why she stands by him. So many have criticized her for supporting a husband that deserves to be left in the cold, to be left to face the music on his own. Divorce is the first thing that crosses our minds. But what of the promise? For better or worse? For much much worse.

Mr. Spitzer is certainly not the first man to consort with prostitutes and will not be the last, but being a political figure, his moral shortcomings will be exposed and scrutinized publicly. Clearly, his wife and children will be forced to suffer in the public eye. Not an easy place to be.

But maybe, just maybe, this woman meant what she said when she promised for better or worse. Maybe she will change her mind–maybe it will be more than she can handle. But people, let her decide. Let her be the one to decide if she can handle the worst.