Monday would have been my 7th wedding anniversary.
I met with WH at counseling, one last time, so that he could "give me the truth". After about 20 minutes of explaining why he needed to do this - a lot of "I need to become truly vulnerable", "I want to build my house from rock, not sand", that sort of thing ... he admitted to one physical affair. Then, casually mentioned that there were actually two.
No idea whether there were two, or twelve, or none, really. To watch him explain how he arranged to meet these women via the Internet was enough to turn my stomach for a LONG time.
The cherry on the cake had to do with him travelling out of town this past June to attend his class reunion in Florida. I was unable to go, because a year before I had committed myself to a week of volunteerism at an animal sanctuary in Utah - an annual trip with my animal welfare friends. My trip and his reunion overlapped, so he opted to go alone. My mom and brother came to my house to care for the dogs so he could go. So ... he went, met with family, friends out there. And met with his sex hookup while he was there. Then, came back home, said how much he missed me, had sex with me, and went back to pretending to be Husband of the Year.
Now, all I need to do is figure out how to alleviate the nausea before I go to see my family tomorrow for Thanksgiving. Suggestions?
A saying for my SI Family: "We may not have it all together, but together we have it all".
Fooled twice - almost exactly 10 years apart.