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“Hello, is this Ms._______?” I thought it was a call about my new job, but who knew this would turn my world upside down.
“Yes it is, how may I help you?” I responded. She said, “Well, I need you to come to the health department.“ My heart left my body. I started hyperventilating. I almost passed out until she told me, “Baby, breathe. It’s curable and don’t worry. It’s not the end of your life.” So, I immediately called the only one that it could’ve been from – my boyfriend. I went through every word that was foul and cried my eyes out. He called himself “sad.” But at that moment, he was dead to me.
I tried to come with a lie for why I had to leave. But due to my hysterical nature, I couldn’t even do it. I just
had to be straight forward with my mama. She told me, “Well, it can be cured. Praise God for that. He was messing with those nasty girls.” That made it hurt even worse. Knowing I had been lied to, cheated on, and then I have an STI.
I never got dressed so fast in my life. My boyfriend met me at the clinic. I’m scared and shaking. It all seemed so surreal. I never thought I’d get an STI. I’m trying to keep myself from having a breakdown in the office. The minutes felt like hours. Then they finally called my name back. The nurse showed me my results and said, “You’ve tested positive for chlamydia. All you need is these four pills I’m going to get and you’re going to be okay. Calm down.” When she left the room, I thought of all the things I was going to do to my boyfriend. But I had an epiphany – I can’t fully blame him. That one time without a condom. I could’ve easily stopped it and made him put on a condom, but I didn’t.
She gave me the facts. It’ll take 3 days for the medicine to take its course. No sex with your partner or anyone else for 2 weeks. Honestly, I didn’t want to think about sex. I was more hurt by my boyfriend than I was the STI. You instilled so much trust and love into someone and they could do this to you. It’s a mental anguish. I’m just glad I was enough to handle the hurt.
It was the mental aftermath that made the situation worse. It’s not the end of the world, but it still hurts. I knew better than to not use a condom, but I thought I could trust my partner. I believed in him. My trust had been betrayed. But, it’s a process. You accept it and keep moving forward. You live and you learn. Everything will be okay. I’m just glad it wasn’t worse.