In the meantime, he has to wear a condom or you’re going to be a very sick woman.
Later that evening, I told Richard, I have cocaine inside of me. It’s eating me up and it could kill me. Have you been putting it on your penis?
“No. Of course not,” he answered quickly. I took a deep breath. “I have to ask you to wear a condom when we have sex.”
“What?” was all he said.
I said, “you have to Richard,” I pleaded with him. “Only for a while. I have to get rid of these lesions so I don’t get infections.”
He said, “I hate condoms. I can’t feel anything.”
“Will you at least talk to my doctor?”
“No.”
I realized at that moment that I was not truly loved by this man.