Thanks Benedict and IHaTeMe for your kind response and insight. After reading my post, I realize I was unclear about my "current" frustration. Believe it or not, I've actually accepted the friendship. The fact that I didn't accept it at the time of his "call" is what's bothering me. Him calling her when I was gone, when I was visually going through so much confusion and pain is just plain callous.
I've met the girl and she seems decent enough, though young. Most importantly he says he can "call it quits" if anything inappropriate occurs, which includes feelings or even flirty gestures. I believe him. Though I can wholly argue that the 50-minute conversation contradicts this (even though I remember him rambling on and on that night about school & not getting accepted, the wine I brought over may have had something to do with it too). Regardless, it was done and I was hurt.
As for the state of the relationship, I am learning to bend and try out the friendship thing myself. I was able to keep male friends while in previous relationships (granted I was never married then), but he thinks there's nothing wrong with it, than why not? He wants the same treatment as he would give me, then we'll see. He's been encouraging me to keep-in-touch with old male friends, so I
finally took a step. There's noway I can honestly say I'm trying this out if I'm not doing it myself, right? If this does open a can of worms, then we'll just have to see --I'm tired of predicting.
The past few days have been good. I think we've progressed (or I have) to the point where I feel we are secure again (to a certain extent). Even now that we're dealing with this, there has not been hostility, but rather friendly talk that's not forced. This new found ease is probably due to many factors but I think his acceptance into a school (which released some stress) has something to do with it.
I learned a few things while I was coping and away: I was not living a healthy lifestyle. I secluded myself from the world, didn't keep in touch with friends or family. I let my world revolve around him, literally. Since then I've found "parts" of my life again. I've reunited with old friends and reconciled with my Mom. I've been keeping busy by taking long walks, taking time to feed the ducks along the way and just plain "getting out of the house". It has really helped. I'm making it a priority to keep it up.
After all I've been through (50-minute conversation included) I think for once I am no longer petrified about loosing him. Either the knee-jerk reaction has worn off or for whatever reason or another I'm finally acknowleding that if he does cheat on me, I wouldn't want him anyway. For now I'm trying to "trust" like I've never done before, in fact, trust is something I'm learning. So we'll see
BTW, the topic was changed, it was supposed to read only "Tired" - I think someone was nice enough to change it so that it would get more responses.