Worst Herpes story Ever--Part 4

abc123 · December 10, 2013

As the months went on, my fog started to lift. I started to feel better. And then I started to feel very guilty about David. He loved and adored me. He said he would marry me and take care of me. But I wasn't in love with him. I just didn't feel that way about him, but I loved him dearly as a friend. I felt terrible. I didn't want to break his heart. I started pulling away and he could tell things were slowing down. He never really complained about it because he valued our friendship so much. I did too. We talked about it and decided that we would be better off as friends. The sexual relationship had ended a few weeks before this, and we never had sex again after our talk. We got together for lunch or even drinks, but that was it. I felt awful about it. I felt I had taken advantage of him emotionally. Well, time went by quickly and I felt better and better. It's funny how time moves much more quickly when you aren't a miserable wreck. David and I stayed friends and saw each other occasionally. I was busy with work and friends. By the time summer came and went, I was up for my annual exam. I had never had any problems with a Pap smear. I had done blood work many times. Early in the fall I scheduled my appointment. All was well. Except for the fact that my company was making changes to our policy and for whatever reason I couldn't get blood work done until 2013. Fine, no big deal. Pap smear normal-- I went on with life. Holidays came and went and a new year started. Then....bam....I heard from Mark in late February of 2013. He sent a text, his grandmother was not doing well. He had been thinking of me. Could we meet and talk? I couldn't believe it. So much time had gone by, and things were different. I was stronger and more confident. I wasn't going to put up with any of his bullshit. I eventually agreed to meet up with him and we had lunch. Finally, he told me he had made a big mistake. He was wrong to treat me the way he did in the past. I was the only girl he could trust in this big world of untrusting, horrible people. He wanted another chance. I couldn't believe it. I thought about it...a lot. Could I trust him? How could I know for sure he wouldn't break up with me again? He said he had changed. I had changed. Things would be different this time. I would get what I wanted, we would talk about a serious future together. He would be a great boyfriend. I was in control and this time it would work out. We started out vey slow. We saw each other once a month. I was in no rush. It was great. The summer went on and things were working out well. He knew this was it with me, and I was not going to put up with any more crap. He knew it too. He wasn't going to fuck this up again. He did ask if I had dated someone. I said yes, just one person, a good friend from my past and that he was a good guy. He seemed a little jealous and that was fine with me. He didn't ask too many questions and I never really talked about David. I figured until our relationship was rock solid and we had wedding plans, then he didn't really need to know any details of what I had been doing while we were apart. I knew he had dated other women while we were broken up as well, but I had no desire to hear about it. He certainly had not remained single that entire time. No way. He was the one who had broken up with me, so what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him, so I never talked about it. The past was in the past. By mid summer 2013, we were seeing each other twice a month, every other weekend when he didn't have his kid. That was fine with me. I was happy.

Fast forward to late September. I was doing laundry one Sunday afternoon and threw on an old pair of shorts. When I put them on I realized they were a little too small on me, but I wore them anyway. After a couple of hours I started to feel a bit of a rug burn just where your upper thigh meets your butt. Nothing too terrible, no horrendous pain, it felt much like a shoe that is too tight. Didn't think too much of it. By the time evening came and I was changing into my pj's.... I decided to look down at the area. I'm sure you all know what I am about to say next.

Part 1 - http://herpeslife.com/herpes-forum/discussion/1983/worst-herpes-story-ever-part-1/p1

Part 2 - http://herpeslife.com/herpes-forum/discussion/1986/worst-herpes-story-ever-part-2/p1

Part 3 - http://herpeslife.com/herpes-forum/discussion/1988/worst-herpes-story-ever-part-3/p1

Part 4 - http://herpeslife.com/herpes-forum/discussion/1996/worst-herpes-story-ever-part-4/p1

Part 5 - http://herpeslife.com/herpes-forum/discussion/1997/worst-herpes-story-ever-part-5/p1

Part 6 - http://herpeslife.com/herpes-forum/discussion/2007/worst-herpes-story-ever-part-6/p1