A year ago I had my first D-Day, where my husband finally admitted to a 6 year sex affair with a work colleague in another state. She was a lesbian with a long term female partner. The affair started when the affair partner invited him for sex on a trip to Greece. My husband could never remember when it started, just where. It was about having casual, discreet sex for both, though he may have been infatuated in the beginning. The affair ended last spring; after 4 D-Days over 3 months I knew about her and about several prostitutes he used prior to having sex with the affair partner. A week ago I had a 5th D-Day; this was the only one where he didn't lie on purpose. I was looking at old travel vouchers to delete off my computer and realized that the only time they were in Greece was in 2010, not 2012 like he'd thought. Over the last year I'd come to terms with so much and really felt like I was starting to heal. He could never remember much so I spent all this time figuring out what happened and when, from what he did remember. Now that there's an extra 2 years the timeline I thought I understood is gone. Plus knowing that he had sex with her for 2 more years is crushing. I feel like I did on the first D-Day. Is it normal for me to feel so heartbroken all over again?