Old stuff, a brand new revelation…

Tommy & I talked for almost 2 hours last night, which ended up with me in tears. Guess I started it by mentioning I’d found some really archane things about him on the Internet (like a quote he gave for a book on Lombardi) & he — yet once again — started in on all that stuff we’ve discussed not once but several times in the now quite distant past: about how great his marriage was, how he couldn’t believe I’d called his son, how I couldn’t have possibly found out anything about his sex life except from one of the women with whom he’d been involved.

Well, duh, with that last statement alone he admitted to cheating not once but multiple times — & this after telling me once Cherry & he had adjusted to having a child so early it was all smooth sailing... Today I am slightly galled to realize he actually must think I’m stupid &/or naïve enough to not be able to fit the obvious dichotomy of his declarations together quite easily...

Honestly, though, in the overall scheme of things it really doesn’t matter whether he cheated or not. I’m just glad it wasn’t done on my clock...