The phone rang, and I saw the missed call. The red blinking light sat on my phone, glaring at me. There was a message from my doctor’s office. I needed to call back right away.
My heart was beating so fast I nearly dropped the phone. But I already knew the answer. My cheating son of a b* husband had given me chlamydia. I knew it before I even dialed the number. My suspicions were confirmed.
The poor doctor on the other end had to deliver the news. My doctor was not in that day, so another doctor in the practice had to do the dirty work. She was there, on the other end, letting me know the truth. My husband had given me an STD.
“All tests were negative, accept for Chlamydia and blood tests reveal that you get mouth cold sores.”
The pills were called into the local pharmacy. But my husband had come by to take the kids to the park and spend time with them and he took the car.
It turns out when you have a cheating husband and kids, you can’t just make the husband go away. He needs to be there for the littles no matter what. At least that husband of mine wanted to be there for the kids. That was true.
I called Husband. “When are you coming back? I need to run an errand.”
“We are on our way.”
Resentment filled my soul and took over my body as I sat perched on the edge of my over stuffed sofa. How the hell was I going to get through this? Tears welled up in my eyes and I buried my head in the pillow.
My overly large SUV hummed as I drove down the long cul-d-sac towards the pharmacy. I swore at myself because I caved and sold my cute little car for the huge monster of a truck that I never really wanted in the first place. Husband had talked me into it for the extra space for the kids and the four wheel drive.
I parked all wrong. My damn car never fit in the parking spaces any way. The Expedition was just too freakin’ big.
I wrung my hands and felt the heavy weight of my body glide across the wet pavement as I walked through the swishing double doors.
The twists and turns of the cracks in the concrete amazed me. Everything was in slow motion. All I could see were breaks and zig zags and swirls. Before I knew it, I was starring at a girl with a white coat on and a nose ring.
At 6:00 pm, only two days after I had learned of the affair, I told the pharmacist assistant that I was here for a pick up. I needed antibiotics. Badly.
Apparently though, my doctor had a surprise for me; one that my disheveled self in black yoga pants, red rimmed eyes, and messy hair was not ready for.
“Here is your medication. Can you please give this one to your partner?”
“My partner?” I screamed. “Why do I have to give it to him? I don’t want to pay for it! What are you talking about?”
Yes, I was now screaming at Nose Ring Girl and fuming at the mouth. I am fairly sure some of my saliva flew through the air and hit her in her nose ring as I was yelling. I knew it at the time too, but really didn’t care.
“Yes, the instructions say to pick up your medication and give the other pill to your partner.”
“What if I don’t want to give my cheating soon to be ex-husband his pill?” I exclaimed through clenched teeth. Now the whining ensued.
Note, this is where the poor girl behind the counter looked shocked, horrified, and I could see every inch of her wide-eyed pupil stare.
“Uh… well, I guess you don’t have to.”
Sigh. Resignation. I better just suck it up and deliver the pill. I had to see him at the house anyway.
“Fine. Give me the pills.”
I marched off. Or limped. Or cried my way out of the pharmacy. I definitely hoped that the girl who helped me today would quit and I would not have to see her again. I wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out. How in the hell did I end up with chlamydia and now how in the hell was I going to give Husband this freakin’ pill?