“He told me he didn’t have anything. My husband gets checked by his doctor every three months.” She looked at me accusingly, as if I were lying to her.
“They check him for STDs every three months?” Oh, dear. This was worse than I thought. “Why?”
“I don’t know what they are checking for, they just do bloodwork because of his diabetes.”
Oh. Well…. “They don’t test for this STD with bloodwork. And you said his last visit was two and a half months ago?”
“What are you saying? He gave it to me?”
“Someone did, yes.”
“I have only had sex with two men in my entire life and the other one died 25 years ago.”
“It isn’t something I could have had for 25 years?”
“I couldn’t pick it up from a toilet seat?”
“Not unless you were making love to it immediately after someone else who had the infection made love to it… while it was still juicy.”
I watched her face as she processed the information. No tears. Yet.
“Should I leave him then, Doc?”
“Not necessarily. You have been married for thirty-nine years. That is between the two of you. I want you to understand the implications, but you have to decide what you can and cannot live with. I will be the last person to judge you. He does, however, need to be treated before you or anyone else has sex with him again…”
What is faithfulness? What is infidelity? What is love for that matter? What can YOU live with? Why? Why not?