I feel as if I were just slapped at his words. "A month?" I repeat. "You had sex a month ago?"
He shrugs cluelessly. "Around that time. Give or take a week."
Shaking my head, I stand and walk away from the table. I can't believe he slept with another girl just a few weeks ago. Part of the process was that we were supposed to stop sexual relations with others when we found out our partner was a definite and the wedding date was set. We knew that three months ago.
He stands up and follows me to where I'm standing at the window. "What's wrong now?"
I continue to stare out the window at the lake where we had our pictures taken last night. The first place we kissed. "You knew about me then. You knew we had a wedding date already."
"Well, yeah, but I didn't know you. I just knew it was gonna happen."
I finally turn to stare up at him. "And that wasn't enough?"
He throws his hands up. "I don't know, I didn't even think about it in that way. I was just doing my usual shit."
"That's great," I scoff.
"It was just sex with some groupies. It didn't mean anything. It never means anything. We have sex and they leave. That's it," he says defensively.
"That's awful!" He said groupies. That’s multiple girls.
I walk away from him and flop onto the couch, crossing my arms over me. I feel sick to my stomach thinking about him having sex with all sorts of women while we were supposed to be thinking about getting married and committing to this process in every way. I was so excited when I found out they had my match picked and I was technically considered engaged. All I could think about was finally meeting him. I daydreamed constantly about what he would look like, how he would act, how we would fall in love at first sight.
Meanwhile, he was screwing groupies with no thought or care about me at all.
"Well, sorry, babe, but that’s how it's always been for me."
"Stop calling me babe! You call everyone babe."
"Sorry." He kneels down on the floor in front of me, but I refuse to look at him. "Are you jealous?"
"No!" Maybe a little. "I was just hoping my future husband would show some restraint and commit to everything, like we were supposed to."
"Okay, I fucked up a little. I won't do it again. I promise."
"Does Dr. Hollister know about this?"