April 16th 2022
I can’t eat. I can’t sleep. I can’t breathe. I’m sitting here in the parking lot of my doctor's office, waiting to do something I never thought I’d have to do.
Yesterday I got a text from a girl I didn’t know.
I almost just deleted it. I got spam messages all the time, but for some reason, I opened it.
She had sent me screenshots of texts between her and Craig spanning months.
The proof of his cheating was plain as day, yet that wasn’t even the worst part.
She also included a photo of lab work she recently had done at the doctor’s. Craig had given her an STD.
It had been a while since we were intimate, almost a few months, though it was still a concern.
So I called and set up the appointment. I felt disgusted with myself.
I didn’t want to look in a mirror, and I didn’t want to see anything that reflected my face.
I was dirty, a disgrace, a failure, no man was going to want to touch after this.
His messages were currently muted on my phone. I knew what I needed to do, I just didn’t have the right mindset to do it yet. I needed to take care of myself before I ended things with him.