So a few days ago, Tom and I had another heart to heart. He's very patient. I'll give him that. He finally admitted that, yes, they'd had sex. Just oral he says. I believe nothing.
Late last year, he says she gave him a letter from her doctor telling him he needed to be checked for herpes, since she was infected. He's done nothing about it. SUSPECT.
She told him he's her only sexual partner since her husband died in 2013. That perhaps his resistance was down because he
In looking over Tom's cell phone call logs, I have found much truth. It has been a cathartic process as well as enlightening, maddening and, most of all, sad.
Tom's cell phone records show that every month for the last eight (as far back as the online records go) Tom made an average of 140 calls a month to his girlfriend. She rarely called him, and when she did? It was always a minute after he'd called her. I've extrapolated that she didn't call him out of the blue because it might
I thought Incould put all of this behind us and Tom and Incould go back to the way it was. How naive. It's been very difficult for the last three days. I've never been cheated on in my life, that I know of, it's so unsettling. Truth is that once a partner breaks trust, the relationship can hardly be the same.
And because of my personal health situation, I consider it an even greater break of trust. A complete lack of morality that is hard to shake.
And while Tom is the
I'd been suspecting it since last fall. Tonight I couldn't hold it in any longer. I told Tom I knew he was seeing someone else. It's a lady he met at the village walking track. I met her one time in fall at a beer tasting event.
Funny the things that tip off a woman. First, he lost weight. Started letting his hair grow hippy length. Bought some new clothes. All things that may cause a woman to go, "Hmmmm..."
Tom said, back last fall, "Want to go to the Park
Tomorrow I head to my therapist to get my name change/gender change letter, it's something I need to start the legal process. I've never gone to see her in full Renae mode. To the nine's as it were. Why? I never had the complete outfit I felt right in. Now I do. From the jewelry to the bra (which btw has been an adventure finding the "right one") to the make up to match the whole look. Don't get me started on the "find the shoes that look good and fit" fun we had.