As we were courting, I asked him if he had a history of any critical disease. Aside from him sharing some infections here, and there, he didn’t seem to recall much of being ill growing up- not even chicken pox, common in children. Quite the contrary with me who constantly battled ulcers as a teenager, mostly because of academic distress as I recall it. Fast forward, and we’re under the same roof then boom! He utters, “Darling, I feel a certain itch between my thighs. Could you get a flashlight to check better what’s there?” I was perturbed. Why did he seem so disturbed with a usual itch? It should have been something that was going to pass, I almost…