11 Chapter 11: This is Bigger Than Even MY Imagination

Cami

"I don’t have a disease," he snaps.

"Are you sure? How long have you been sleeping with other women? I thought you’d just been having affairs. I didn’t realize you’d been getting paid to do so!"

"No, you don’t need to be tested," he says quietly. He waits a few seconds before he admits, "I’m tested regularly."

"Well, that’s a relief. At least you’re safe with your own health."

"I wouldn’t do that to you," he whispers, sounding offended and sad at the same time.

I sit quietly. I believe him. We had our problems, obviously, and he didn’t always put my needs first. But somehow, I believe him that he wouldn’t do that to me. Put me in a position where I need to worry about whether or not I got an STD from my ex-husband.

"You used condoms? With everyone?"

"Yes. And, as I said, I was tested. Often. Also, if you remember, it had been a while since we were together."