I think about myself if I don't know an answer someone asks me.
I think, and if I do say IDK but I still want to be helpful, I tell them all the ancillary info that I DO know....well I don't know the answer for sure but...I remember this happend right before or I know I felt this at the time or ....this happened at another time that is similar ....you get the drift...
What do you do? Keep pounding your head against a wall? I tell him that is what it feels like....trying to move forward and being slammed down with a wall right in front of your path, no detour, no door, no side gate, no new path proposed.
I don't need a liar to tell me what I already know.
I've heard I dont know for 3 damn years. It's a mind fuck. It's cruel.
..that feeling you get in your stomach, when you heart's broken. It's like all the butterflies just died.
I have repeatedly told him what I need: answers. And I get, "I've answered all your questions."
UM, no..."I don't know" & " I don't remember" are NOT answers. I do not understand how he doesn't get this. It is not like I am expecting him to read my mind. I have clearly expressed this numerous times. There is no benefit to not answering. How can you not know when you were there? I say more bullshit.
With all that said, the IDK and ICR answers are more cruel than the sickening affair and have/continue to do more damage than the gross betrayal. How much more obvious does it get?