My Ex Is the Gynecologist
I haven't had my period in two months, and my mom assumes I must be pregnant. So, she marches me off to see a doctor.
Of all people, the doctor on duty turns out to be my ex—the one I dumped two months ago.
His face betrays nothing, his voice icy as he says, "Lie on the exam table. Lift your shirt and pull your pants down."
When I don't follow his instructions quickly enough, he impatiently pulls my pants down himself.
But once the curtain is drawn, he takes off his glasses and hovers over me. "We didn't even go all the way. So, why haven't you had your period in two months?"