The Talk 2We talked.
It took a while, and several false starts, but I asked him about the lingerie. He said it was poor quality and he sent it back. (Plausible. I thought it tacky, online shopping can be a minefield)
He didn't seem to get the implications at first. Ok, like many men he doesn't really talk about emotions. He has been a bit withdrawn lately, a bit depressed. Anticipating the horrors of promotion interviews.
So, maybe foolishly I asked. Is he having an affair? He denies it, but his body language is defensive, no gestures of affection, a few stilted words from each of us. Then, as if he suddenly realised what to do, he is on his feet holding me.
He is devastated to have hurt me. Has always been faithful. Don't I always know where he is?
We have loads to do together. He can't imagine life without me.
We are both crying now. He will do better. We can do sex if I want. He keeps saying how stupid he has been, how he upsets me without meaning to and gets angry with himself for doing so. He loves me. I love him.
We can work it out.