'I haven't done anything wrong.' Instead of arguing about how I felt or figuring out how I wanted to handle the larger issue, I focused on what I needed at that moment-to take medicine and get healthy-much as I had throughout our rocky marriage. 'They've got to be wrong, or I must have picked up something in the gym,' he insisted. When I confronted my husband, Chris (not his real name), with my test results that night, he denied he was to blame. 'We're both monogamous.' But of course I knew that wasn't really true, and the doctor's words forced me to finally acknowledge what I'd suspected for a long time: My husband was most likely gay.
'You've got to talk to your husband.' I was in total disbelief.
'You have chlamydia,' my obstetrician told me as I lay on the examining table, six months pregnant with my fourth child.
