I just received a phonecall from my H after his IC session. He said he'd managed to narrow down the year that he saw the second prostitute - ie, the first time he cheated on me. It was 2001, three years after we started dating and a year before we got engaged.
For some reason, I feel like I've discovered something new. I feel pain that I haven't felt in weeks. I sobbed after we hung up (he said to "have a good afternoon").
For over 3 months, he couldn't remember the year he first saw a prostitute. Now he suddenly remembers? I don't understand. I am now racking my brains wondering what was going in our lives back then ... this is a horrible feeling.