Part 9 - FULL Disclosure
This is the hardest part of the story for me to write. Not because it is particularly shocking, but it was the worst day of my life next to D Day. I am writing about it now, much like everything up to now, matter of factly and largely separating myself from how it felt. I am not trying to appear stronger than I really am. It is merely a means of coping and survival.
This part of the story is ridiculously long. I can’t moderate the diarrhea of the mouth on this one. Sorry.
He gives me a cryptic list of dates and how much it cost. That is all I asked for, the approximate dates and how much it cost. He was consistent in what he had said in MC, the frequency did average to once a month in the last three years. He however had not stated that it was less frequent in the beginning and was getting more frequent, much more than once a month, as time progressed. Red Flag.
He also went more frequently in the months of December and June, which somehow chapped me because he has not spent one dime on me for Xmas, birthday, or anniversary (both in June) presents in the last three years. Even though that arrangement was by mutual agreement it felt like to me he saw it as license to spend it on this, even though I’m sure that wasn’t what he was
thinking at the time. Whatever the reason, Red Flag to be doing it more often on those months.
Since there are no times listed, I ask did he go at lunch, after work, when did he go. He said mainly after work, and he’d tell me he was working late again. A few times at lunch. I ask if he ever went in the morning. I have an old email from 2-3 years ago where he went at 9am. He said he didn’t think so. I tell him I have proof of a 9am appointment on a Monday. He, thinks hard, then remembers there was once or twice he had an early visit on what would normally be a work holiday before he would head into work, but it wasn’t the norm and certainly hadn’t happened since we moved here. Even if that is true, the fact that there had been so many encounters he could not initially remember he had morning appointments the first time asked is still Red Flag.
I ask if he ever took pictures or videos of his encounters. He said not with our cameras. Only with his phone, which he deleted the files the next day. I tell him I cannot believe he was so stupid to do that. He said it was only a handful of pictures and two videos (Ack! I didn’t know about those!) He said not to worry, he didn’t show his face and he never sent the files anywhere or took/sent them off the phone, and all long deleted. Again, probably not my best moment or idea, but I say I am aware of all that. WH literally recoils from this. I tell him, with all the ESPN you watch, and all the stupid sports stars who get their dick pix spread all over the news by scrappy reporters...how hard did you think it would be for me to get those files, from a phone in an account in MY name? He thinks now I have the videos too, and they must be bad from his reaction. “I am so sorry you had to see that. You must hate me.” Again, still no direct lying yet but big Red Flag.
I ask what else should I know. Probably prompted from the previous discussion, he said I know you don’t want details, but I did have a couple of threesomes with two girls. And I did look into having one with a guy and a girl, where we would both do her. But I couldn’t find anyone here that would do it that was well...a reputable source. I didn’t want it bad enough to use a less reputable source. But I would have if I could have at that time. So now I am pretty sure the videos are the girly threesomes, and I’m pretty sure there were no guy-involved threesomes because he would have recorded that too if it had happened.
I asked what was his fascination with glory holes. He was a little taken aback by the question, but said he was looking into bringing a hooker to an adult bookstore that had rooms you could have sex in, and that was the easiest way to find them. That it was something he had brought up with me before but I had turned him down, this was one of the last areas left he wanted to explore that I refused to do. But because all those places were in really scary parts of town here, he didn’t go through with it. (Well, and that Dday was less than a week after he made those extensive internet searches, LOL.)
I ask it again in a different way. He sticks to his story, asking if I thought it meant I was looking for random strange guys to suck him off I was greatly mistaken. Clearly the only way I could have known this was from his internet searches, so I feel okay in saying, “Well, that is what people who do those kind of searches, especially to the level you were searching, are looking for. If it looks like a duck...” He is irritated but not overly defensive. “I see what you mean. I know what it looks like. I don’t know how to persuade you otherwise. If you want to think that, you are certainly entitled and I don’t blame you. But I’m telling the truth.” I say whatever, but you need to have this same convo with the CSAT. Ok, so even if he is telling the truth, or has convinced himself that was the reason why he did that, big Red Flag. He was in the process of moving from hookers to random anonymous encounters, whether he was aware of it or not.
I’m not sure how I didn’t put this together until this point in the discussion. I’m looking at the dates, and realize he had over a half dozen encounters and spent $850+ WHILE HE WAS ON UNEMPLOYMENT right before moving here. When we had no other income, no savings left from the two prior layoffs, when I took a part time job and we borrowed from our parents to cover the bills. I am furious. I am trying really hard not to be abusive, but I can’t let this slide. I call him on it, and ask him if this is what healthy people do, pay for sex when they can’t pay for food and shelter. Reiterated he was very broken and needed to be fixed. That he had to disclose that piece of info to the CSAT as well. Big big red red flag.
I again reiterated that if he remembered anything else later, he had to come to me about it immediately. That it would not be a dealbreaker if he had forgotten isolated events, but it would be if I found out the body count was, for example, double what he told me. Since that day he has remembered two trips to a strip club before I was able to move the family up here, but nothing else earth-shattering. To spare you further suspense as of today I do not have any evidence to disprove anything he has told me that day, or found additional behaviors that weren’t disclosed, and obviously I am no slacker in the research and survellance department. But I am again only at day 60ish at the time I write this. The veterans here are shaking their heads at me now, LOL, and trying to figure out when they should start with the 2x4s. Especially since my whole story isn’t finished yet.
In the end, we talked about prenups again, how that it was important to me. He said that was fine, he was totally agreeable to it. But he wanted to make sure I knew, if I destroyed him professionally, he would not be able to support me or our kids financially. He wasn’t saying it as a threat, it was the truth. If he was exposed engaging doing illegal activities, his law license and reputation was at risk. I asked him why would I ever do that, what good would come of it? We could word it all in a way that didn’t elude to any past behaviors. He also asked when we finalized it if I could destroy all pictures and videos. I said I was open to discussing that when the post nup was over and done. Mentioned it was for our own benefit, so we could work this out in a place of love now and not in a place of anger later, with a judge calling the shots.
He shows his insecurity that maybe I am just prolonging the inevitable, that I’ve already decided to leave and why wouldn’t I after all what he has just told me. I asked him why wouldn’t he want to divorce me, then he could have all the hookers he wanted and see the kids only when it was convenient to him. Without hesitation, he says, “Because I want to spend the rest of my life with you. That life sounds very empty and pitiful.” Tears. “I love you, I want to be with you. I can’t change what I did in the past, but I can control what I do in the future. I will do whatever it takes to help you heal, earn back your love and trust. Whatever it takes. I’m so sorry.”
It was a very difficult discussion for me, and for him. If he hadn’t been totally remorseful, transparent, cooperative, actively seeking IC with the CSAT, committed to getting to a place to R, etc it would have been a total nightmare to do this without professional facilitation. Again I had dodged a bullet with sheer luck.
So why did I not feel so lucky?