It’s been two weeks I guess since we spent half a night together. I enjoyed it, guess you too. Wasn’t planned, but we just wanted to have fun and we did. A week later to hear you say I have infected you with an STD was heart breaking but we were mature about it. I knew it wouldn’t have been me because I have kept sober for a while. I didn’t use protection just cos I also believed you and we were just that much into each other.
Like I told you, if I didn’t know you that well, I would have said this is just a ploy for you to dump me. But I really don’t think you will do such a thing. I thought you would get tested and get prescribed drugs since you were the one with the symptoms. Yes, we all decided to get tested and truly I have no symptoms, so was wondering why I should, but to be on the safer side I agreed.
Now two weeks later, you have not tested yet you came back accusing me that you are sure it came from me. Because of how white my semen looked. It was hurtful, but hey, that’s your take on this whole issue. But what hurts more was how you defend your stand about how sure you were it was me. Like really? Even at a point I was thinking it might be really me, that’s why I apologised. But even as at now we both haven’t tested and I couldn’t sit for you to have that impression of me for the rest of your life. Especially when I know your accusation is false.
All I had in my account was 200ghc which I had to use for some responsibilities, but I didn’t just care but to prove you wrong. The walk to Marie Stopes for the STD test which I thought will always be difficult if I make my mind to ever have one was as easy as a,b,c because I just wanted to get evidence to prove you wrong.
The test was fast, met people who were so shy being there and I know they will wonder why I was so courageous waiting to get tested. It was with much pride I sent you the results of the test which all proved negative. You were shocked right. I am happy I proved you wrong and it gave me some great level of confidence. Well, life goes on.