Hpv Monologue

With clammy hands and a racing heart, I numbly walk to my car in the parking lot. I’ve just left my regular doctor’s office with possibly the worst news I could have eve received. The doctor’s words just keep rattling around in my brain as I attempt to control my emotions and not break down in the middle of the parking lot. Quickly climbing into the seat of my vehicle and closing the door, the flood gates finally open. The tears keep coming, and I can’t make them stop.
Turning into a parking space at my apartment complex, I’m thankful my boyfriend isn’t through with classes yet. It’s only the early afternoon, so I have several hours before he will be back and before I have to somehow break the news. My mind is still swirling from the information and I’m overwhelmed with many emotions. How could something like this have happened to me? One terrible night has transpired into a nightmare that I don’t think I can ever get past. I turn the key to my door and sluggishly drag myself to my room, where I collapse into my bed. The events of that

But now, I have to; All because of three letters: HPV. A simple acronym can turn your world upside down. The shame, humiliation, and regret were overbearing before, and now it’s even worse. What if Ethan never wants anything to do with me once I tell him? What if he’s completely repulsed by me and doesn’t want to risk getting infected from me? We had talked about getting married after finishing college, but now that may never happen. I love him so much and can’t bear the thought of losing him over this. Despite how much I know he loves and cares for me too, I have no idea how someone could react to news like this. I know that he will be angry at my attacker, but beyond that, I don’t know. No matter how Ethan might react, I have to tell him. I can’t keep this from him anymore. Once he’s out of class, I’ll just have to sit him down and do