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Ask The Band: This Is A Shit Day

Here at The Band, we believe in kicking stigmas to the curb, flinging glitter, and shining a light into the dark. And now?

Your bandmate needs a sounding board.

It’s time to Ask The Band!

My five-year old son punched me in the nose this morning.

He was tired and frustrated and I was trying to rush him out the door. He gets his temper from me. None of this excuses what he did, but at least I can understand.

I thought, Wow, being punched in the face is a great way to start the day. This will obviously be a shit day.

I had no idea.

That afternoon, I got a call from the doctor’s office. My culture came back.

Two weeks ago I had sex for the first time in years, since getting divorced from my son’s father.

We’ve been seeing each other ever since. We’ve been an official couple for a week.

After the sex, I got a Urinary Tract Infection. I was uncomfortable, in pain, and I couldn’t sleep. It’s been two weeks, and I still haven’t slept much.

Now I get a call from the doctor’s office, and it turns out I have herpes.

I want to die.

Instead, I am sitting at work in tears.

He says he didn’t know he had it. We used a condom, but he performed oral sex on me. That’s the only way this could have happened.

I like him. At least, I think I do. He’s sweet and nice and he’s been treating me the way I wish my ex-husband had.

Do I still?

I don’t know. I feel like I can’t know.

Tears are rolling down my cheeks.

He’s out of the state for work for the next week. He sent me a text message a bit ago. I told him to fuck off. He called me. I told him the culture came back positive, but I couldn’t say what it was positive for out loud. I’m at work. I’m embarrassed.

I feel dirty, worthless, and disgusting.

Do I stay with him? Do I forgive him for something he didn’t know about?

Help me, The Band.

I need to know that I’m not alone, that I’m not dirty, and that there is a chance for me to still find happiness.

I Just Need Someone To Tell Me If What He Did Was Okay.

I’m really confused and need some direction. I feel so empty and feel as though this is all my fault and as if I’m to blame. Someone please help me. My friend and I had been drinking, mind you A LOT, and I had been flirting with this guy, and I said he could come over and kiss me, harmless right? At least I thought it was. He came over and we were hanging out, the three of us, and eventually we kissed, but things were getting weird as he kept trying to get me to drink more and more even though I felt horrible and everything was spinning.

Every time I would look away he’d pour more vodka in my drink. He was completely sober, he hadn’t had a single sip of alcohol. I was laying on the ground and I remember him saying they’d have to put me to bed soon, at some point I was puking and I said I had to go lay down and I think I said if anyone wanted to join me they could (this is something where I feel like is my fault, like I was asking for it, but I just didn’t want to be alone). I was in the middle of putting pajamas on and he came into my room, this is where things get really blurry, I was not feeling well at all. I remember he sat on the bed and I think I sat on his lap and we kissed a bit and then we were laying down, I remember he kept trying to touch me and I kept saying no, I don’t remember how many times I said no, but I know it was multiple.

Eventually I just gave up, this is where I don’t remember how my pants came off. I remember his shirt coming off eventually, but I think he’d already put it in me by then, I remember it hurt so bad. I knew I didn’t want to have sex with him, especially without a condom, I just wanted it to be over with. The thing that bugs me is I don’t know how my pants got off. I remember just laying there taking it and when he told me to turn over I did in hopes that it would be done quicker. Then I blacked out for awhile, the last thing I remember is him laughing about how “tired” I was. I’m pretty sure I had fallen asleep.

I got dressed as soon as I could and went down stairs to my two friends, as one had come over, and he stayed for another hour. I just tried to stay away from him as something felt off. I remember him making comments about how he should fuck me and my friend and I just felt sick. I kissed him goodbye because I felt obligated, texted him the next day, but now he’s blocked off everything and something inside me just isn’t right anymore.