In my chat group the subject of stds was brought up. Surprisingly by me. It sprung up from a comment I’d made about becoming emotionally attached to a fuck buddy being my second biggest fear. Contracting an std is the biggest.
After that fear was revealed, the woman I’d been trying to date seriously sent me a private message, asking me if the person I was seeing was the marrying type would I still date them if they had an std.
Oh man. This wasn’t going to be good. I told her it was something I would have to think about and asked her straight out if she had an std.
“Yes. I have herpes.”
And there is the drop. Dammit.
Chlamydia, crabs, gonorrhea, I can deal with. Hepatitis, herpes, HIV, I do not fuck with. Sorry. I handled it as delicately as I could while still trying to be honest. It must have been a difficult thing to tell me. To tell anyone. She said she got it from her ex. She gave me an out by saying she would understand if I just wanted to be friends. It really didn’t help matters that the day before she had flaked on our meetup and we’d gotten into a little argument about it.
I really don’t know what to do. Kids, living with ex-husband and now herpes. And I’m an asshole because I’m lusting after someone else. This whole thing is a mess.