I didn't do it.  I couldn't.  He came in with flowers and weird Swedish chocolates (but nice!) and said he was going to cook us dinner (he brought stuff from the grocery store, I didn't even know he could shop in Swedish!), and he was all smiley and affectionate and how he used to be and I just chickened out.  He asked at one point what was up with me and the words just didn't come.  I've been thinking and thinking of why and I think I just didn't want to hear what he had to say.  I didn't want to hear some explanation that made me feel like a a-hole, and I didn't want to hear him confess, not yet.  Because what would I do?

When in Rome... ?

I need to know more before I can do anything.  Before I got married I used to work for a lawyer, and he always said to never ask a question you don't already know the answer to, and that's what I need to do.   I need to find out the answer (for sure, and have proof) and then I will ask the question.  

And I'd better take up golf first so I have some clubs handy.