My H left for a month in 2014 five months after BD#1. When he came back, he declared himself “better” and “in love” with me again. Any attempts by me to talk about what had happened fell flat... he said he had been “in a fog”, was embarrassed and just wanted to forget about it. I was so grateful to have him home, I just took his word for it and we picked up life where we had left off. A month and a half later, he contracted Shingles and that was the beginning of his four years of fake medical treatments (mixed in with some real treatment but who knows how many...he will never tell me, that’s for sure) and then BD#2. I regret taking him back that easily. He hadn’t done the work and neither had I.
