What makes this a really odd case is that the issues leading up to the fling were addressed through 2 years of C. When I told her that the fling was the precursor to all the counseling, she seemed to appreciated the actions I took and chose to move on.
In a way, her lack of passion over the A is almost more brutal because its forcing me to work through my own guilt. Having her beat the crap out of me would have sped up my own healing process. She also seems to have rationalized it away some and minimized to just a drunken, stupid, physical thing. Our life together hasn't significantly changed for better of worse since I confessed. We still have fun together and enjoy spending time with one-another...except for the female product shopping. It's almost creepy how the fling part is playing out as a non-event. I WILL say that the hpv bit isn't playing out as a non-event...she's definately pissed.
Maybe this crap psychosomatically manifested itself on my body (remember my divine intervention comment?) as a means to create an issue. I want so badly for her to passionately engage me that it's possible that I sabotaged myself to get some negative attention? That's just sick...right?
