Right... met this girl a few months ago (popularly referred to as "the girlfriend"), got together. Last week was a bit odd, I didn't hear from her in the last two days until this morning: "My ex has got chlamydia, we may have it too". Now, I thought she had told me their relationship ended two years ago. I was wrong, it was three years. I was even more wrong in assuming that people who end a relationship stop sleeping with eachother... without protection. She smokes pot about two, three times a month, does coke and pills "only at festivals" to "get in the mood", and hangs out with drug users and other assorted idiots. In my stupidity and elation that there was a girl who wanted to be with me (after nearly six years of singleness), and her insistance that she "enjoyed it more without condom" and my insistance on putting her wishes first... I may have caught a sodding STI. And if she's been shagging her ex once in a while before we got together, she sure as hell opened up to other blokes. Undoubtedly, without anything around their respective dicks. Judging by the type of people she hangs out with... chlamydia might be the least of my worries. Although I really, really like her; I hate what she does and the people she choose to socialise with (may sound weird, but makes sense to me. Any psychologists around for that?). I am extremely, extremely angry. At her, of course, but mainly at myself for being so immensely stupid. In my happiness of not only finding a girl after such a long time, but also a girl from my own country, I turned my back on everything I ever believed in and made myself believe that maybe it could all work out. And now I may find myself in a group of people I always mocked for their stupidity. I feel like I should go buy me a fake Burberry cap, a tracksuit and go back to living on an estate. So now, apart from trying to figure out how to break up with her without sending her off into an overdose of cocaine, I get to piss in a cup. Awesome. Sorry for the rant. Any non-geeky advice glady received.