After my period went MIA for two solid months, my mom got it in her head that I was pregnant.
So, she dragged me to the doctor.
And who was sitting in the exam room? My ex-boyfriend, the one I’d dumped two months ago.
His face was a blank mask, his voice colder than a morgue. "Get on the bed. Top up, pants down."
When I didn't comply fast enough for his liking, he took matters into his own hands and started pulling my pants down himself.
But the second the privacy curtain was drawn, he took off his glasses, leaned over me, and whispered, "We never went all the way. So why haven't you had your period in two months?"
