Chrissie Ochocki - 1:1 Coach + Group Facilitator

One late night in August 2009, I had enough. Enough of wondering if my husband had acted out. Enough of trying to meet his “needs” to keep it from happening again—a lie I believed for too long. I was a new mom, exhausted from caring for both a newborn and a broken marriage. I was done with compassion. I was angry.

The next day, by the grace of God, my husband reached out for help. He was connected with Jason Martinkus and began his healing journey. Each week, I sat beside him in that office holding our infant son, watching him confront his past and experience the freedom that comes from honesty. He said it felt like unhooking a wagon of shame he’d dragged for years.

That was good for him—but I was left holding the pieces. I didn’t feel safe sharing my pain with anyone. Surrounded by people, I still felt completely alone.

Then God intervened again. Jason’s wife, Shelley, mentioned she was starting a group for wives who’d experienced betrayal. “Would you be interested?” she asked. “Yes, please,” I said without hesitation.

That group became the beginning of my healing. There, I could be real and vulnerable. I was seen, known, and heard. I was challenged, comforted, and changed. Over nearly ten years, those women became a lifeline—supporting and encouraging me through the hardest season of my life. That group didn’t just change me. It may have saved me.

Through God’s grace, both my husband and I found deep healing and restoration. Today, we have a shared passion for walking alongside other couples who are navigating the pain of betrayal, offering hope and guidance as they rebuild trust and connection.

Now, I pour my heart into creating beauty—in spaces, relationships, and family life. I’m a designer by trade and a full-time (unpaid) Uber driver for my three kids, ages 7 to 16. I’m raising them to know three things: that the Lord loves them deeply, that life’s better with laughter (I’d be a comedian if I had the guts), and that skiing together fills my soul.

If you’re reading this and feeling hopeless, please know this: there is hope. I’ve been there—feeling powerless and broken—but God met me in that place. Hope and healing are possible. All you have to do is accept help.