Fpp,
Ill get some time to reply a bit more in depth when I get home, frankly just time for this and some copy pasted context.
Hikingout,
Questions were;
1. Have you had sexual intercourse with anyone other than your husband since the relationship began?
2. Have you disclosed the full extent of all physical sexual contact that did occur?
3. Have you omitted anything from your disclosure letter?
4. Is any aspect of your disclosure letter’s account of events untrue?
Disclosure letter was;
I’m sorry I cheated and lied to you for 10 years and caused you so much pain and now you don’t feel safe
I started working as a cart girl in the fall of 2013. I always wanted to be the prettiest, most desirable girl. I would get jealous when other girls got attention. When J gave attention to another girl, I wanted it.
I let him smack my butt. He asked me if I had a boyfriend. I said yeah but he thinks it’s hot if I get with other guys (another lie/misrepresentation). He would find excuses to touch me that I did not rebuff, such as rubbing my back and shoulders.
In the winter of 2013, Mr. P started buying me drinks. When the weather got warmer in the Spring of 2014, he fingered me multiple times in exchange for money. Sometimes he would pinch me and it hurt. I didn’t like that. I confided in J about him fingering me which I believe caused emotional attachments to form.
In the Spring of 2014, this progressed to several secret make out/fingering sessions in the cart barn, once in the liquor closet (making out), beer trailer (fingering), and men’s locker room (making out). One time in the cart barn, we were making out and he asked me to pull my shorts down so he could see my butt. I caught a glimpse of us in the mirror and was revolted when I saw how cheap I was. At the end of April 2014, I emailed (counseler) because of my guilty conscience but never followed through.
When the sports club opened in May of 2014, I asked (boss) if I could work down there with him. He said, no way, what about BH?
On a Tuesday in June 2014 (I believe it was probably the 17th), J and B invited me to go on a boat with them. I asked BH and he said no but I went anyways. We kissed at my car when I arrived. As soon as we got out on the boat, I got scared. I asked them to take me back and they did. I told them that if BH ever found out he would kill them. I knew he wouldn’t really but I was trying to make sure he didn’t find out.
In what I think was July of 2014, BH and I were at Mr. H’s house and he grabbed me from behind, put his hands on my breasts and abdomen, and kissed my neck. He was staring BH down and I was looking at him as well. This ended when BH took me away.
J once asked me about going to a hotel and I said no. I didn’t like anything that made me see it for what it was.
I believe on a Monday probably in the late summer of 2014 (maybe August), he asked me to come see him when he was closing, I went to him and we made out. When he proceeded to go down and kiss me over my shorts, I left. That was starting to feel too far for me.
On Monday, September 15th, I went to (night club name) with (trusted friend) and (fiance). I did not leave with them like I told BH that I would. I left with J, K, and B. K and B fingered me in the back of J’s car on the way back to their house. When we got there, I went up to use the bathroom. When I came out, the bedroom was dark and that scared me because the light had been on when I went in. I screamed and they kicked me out. K took me back to her house and proceeded to try to fool around with me until BH picked me up.
When BH took me to the club to get my ID the next day, (trusted friend) was very cold and short with me. Very shortly thereafter, I asked J why she was acting like that. He proceeded to tell me he’d told her about us making out before. That infuriated me because I already was afraid she suspected of fooling around after she had come down to the cart barn one day and my face was red because I had just made out with him.
When BH found our text messages, I deleted them and got Snapchat for private communication. J asked me to send him a picture of my breasts and I acquiesced. He sent me a pic of him in his briefs.
One night when BH and I were having sex, he said he thought I didn’t love him any more. This upset me deeply and very shortly thereafter I had a conversation with J about it in his car after a dinner shift. I told him we couldn’t do this any more for that reason. This coincided with when Meme passed away in December of 2014. It further solidified my desire to make sure I ended it because I didn’t want her to look down from Heaven and see me in that light.
I have never had oral or vaginal sex with anyone other than BH since I met him in 2011.