In high school, I found out my boyfriend had been cheating on me. I went to him crying saying that I had to talk to him. I lied and told him that I'd gone to the doctor and I had an STD and I just can't understand where I got it since I hadn't been with anyone but him, etc.. boo hoo.
We go to the doctor and they stick this swab thingie way up his urethra. Apparently this was rather uncomfortable.
Surprise surprise.. his tests come back negative. He comes to me and tells me the results. I cry and insist it was a misake. The dumb shit goes and gets another test from a different clinic.
Then I told him I had been lying, but if he ever dipped his pen and any ink but mine, there would be real hell to pay.
You know what they say about a woman scorned.
