Ok, I have read a few more posts since I posted my first installment of my story. Hopefully, I can type it a where it is easier to read. I apologize for taking so long to continue, but H and I were so busy this past weekend. Ok, here comes more to the story.
8-22 This is the night after I found the panties. I went home from work and wasn’t going to say anything to H about my new feelings about the panties and him going out with this woman. I actually had spoken with a friend about H feeling so lost and that things from Iraq were bothering him. Things he had seen and done seemed to really be weighing on his mind. I thought about calling one of H’s buddies that was over there with him. He needed someone to talk to that would understand. So, when H went to bed I went to his phone ONLY with the intentions of getting his buddy’s phone number. Well, as I was scrolling through is contact list I saw a few phone numbers that I didn’t recognize. That made me curious. I decided to look at dialed and missed calls. There was a Dallas number that had been dialed several times during the day and even at night. So, I dialed it. It was to Applebea’s in Dallas! Now, why in the world would he need to call there? I also noticed a number in his list of contacts titled. GPTC. I really didn’t know what it was, but for some reason thought it was the Training Center that H was at in Dallas. No big deal to me. Well, somehow and somewhere I saw a title of Laura. Didn’t really think much of it, but I couldn’t find it again. It wasn’t in the phone book of contacts, but I know I saw it somewhere. Anyway, H had told me about a girl he met in Dallas that her boyfriend lived in Oklahoma City and was in Med school or something. That she was nice and they talked as friends whenever he went to the restaurant. See that is what I am talking about with H and I. We completely trusted the other person, so when he told me about Laura several weeks ago I thought nothing of it. It didn’t worry me in the least. But since he told me about her that wasn’t the part that was bothering me. It was all the calls to Applebea’s. So, I went in and asked H if I could ask him a few questions. He rolled over and said yes. He said he understood that I needed to know. So, I asked him when the last time he talked to this woman was. He said the night before he came home from Dallas. I said ok. What was her name. He told me “Alene”? Ok, so I told him that I was looking for his buddies phone number in his phone b/c I thought he needed to talk to someone and I asked him why there were calls to the Applebea’s in Dallas. I asked why he called there. He said to talk to “her”. I asked why. He said to tell he he didn’t want to talk to her anymore. That he couldn’t give up on what we had. He said that he talked to her about everything. His ex, his daughter, me, and our son, etc. I asked him what she said when he told her that. He said she understood but if he ever needed to talk then he could call her. I said ok. I asked if there was anything else he needed to tell me. He said no. He said that was it. I did slide the question about that GPTC number in and he did say it was the training center. I guess I still had an aweful look on my face and I knew I was shaking. He said I will just leave and started to get up. I told h im no, that I didn’t want him to leave. I just need the whole truth if I am going to get past this. He said that the fact he had still been talking to her was all. And I said, “and nothing happened?” He said no. So, I let it go. We went to sleep.
8-23 I woke up to go to work before H did. I was just about to leave when I felt the need to check his phone again. I turned it on and there was a text message. From GPTC? Ok, only cell phones can text message and why would the training center send him a message. So, I read it. It said something stupid like I had a brain fart and immediately thought of you. Ok, so what. No big deal, but I called that number and of course a woman answered. I just hung up. I walked in the bedroom and back out. Kind of pacing. I started shaking again. I just could not believe this was happening to me, to us. We used to be so happy. Anyway, I walked back in the bedroom and H woke up and looked at me. He said you look pretty. I said thanks and then I guess he saw my face b/c he jumped up and said I am leaving. I asked him why. He said because he didn’t want it to be like this every day from now on. I told him it didn’t have to be and he said that it would be. I asked him why. He said “because I f%^%ed up” I looked him in the eyes and asked “how bad?” Perfect opportunity to tell me if something else had happened. He said “just what I have told you.” I said ok, then we can fix this. I begged him not to leave and to take the day off work and us go somewhere to talk and spend time together. I finally got him to agree to it. So, he got ready and we took the baby to the sitters. I still at this point had not told him what I found. Mainly b/c I was afraid he would just leave. I wanted to wait until we were further away so it wouldn’t be so easy for him to split. And I know it sounds like just the opposite of how it should be. He should be begging me to let him stay. But regardless of his actions I still love him. Anyway, so we got about 30 mins. from the house. I finally asked him why he didn’t just tell me who’s number GPTC was. He said b/c he didn’t want to make things worse. He just wants it all to go away. I asked him who all knew about this he said no one that it isn’t something he was proud of. Anyway, we kept on driving and went to stop at McDonald’s for breakfast. Of course, I wasn’t hungry, but he was. As we were walking in he turned to me and said “ I do love you.” He hugged me right there and kissed me. This was the first time since all of this started that I really felt like he meant it. We decided to drive to Oklahoma City b/c we used to go there a lot. We talked about things that we used to do that were silly. Like throwing cold water over in the shower while the other was in there. Things like that. He told me that would just piss him off right now and that things wouldn’t be that normal tomorrow or even a long time from now. He said it would take time. We got off the interstate and had a little fun if ya know what I mean. Then we got there and went to eat and really just drove back b/c we had to go get the baby from the sitter. On the way back H was trying to show me how to 2 step with his fingers to the music. And all be darned if our song didn’t come on. I tried to hold back the tears, but couldn’t. He didn’t even acknowledge that it was our song. Anyway, I dried it up. As we were getting back to town I told him I had a few more questions that I had to ask. He seemed irritated but told me to go ahead. I asked him if he called this woman b/c he was interested or just needed someone to talk to. He said he needed someone to talk to. I also asked him if he saw her the day he came home from Dallas b/c he didn’t leave there until late. He said no. Then he asked me why I waited until we were back to ask. I told him I just thought of them and wanted to get them out before we got home. So, then we tried to drop it. We had a pretty good evening. There was no mention of it the rest of the night.
Oh, I just remembered something I should have mentioned in my last post. This was the day before I found the panties. H came home from work with a tiarra/crown he bought for my step-daughter. He said he and his boss/buddy bought it at a flea-market. I didn't think anything of it at the time of course, but she loved it and he took a picture of it with his phone. That comes into play later in my story. Just wanted to mention that before I forgot.
Ok, I am going to post this much. Will continue with the next day in a little bit. Thanks in advance.
