Dig

by L.A. Ferro

I hadn't put much thought into how someone would react upon finding out that I was sick, but I didn't anticipate anger being an emotion. After I confessed my struggles, he stood up and punched the wall, hitting a stud and breaking his hand. As we sat in the ER waiting to get his hand x-rayed and fixed up, he confessed his indiscretions and admitted he hooked up with some girl he met at a bar–not once, but twice. He said when he went out the night I asked for a break, he didn't have plans to find a hookup. She came onto him, and he was angry about how things were between us. You know, the standard male excuse for sticking their dick where it doesn't belong. It was a revenge fuck. Some would say that since we were technically on a break, he should get a free pass, but for me, it felt like a personal slap in the face. Now here we are three months later doing whatever this is.