What? I totally said "Happy birthday" to your Facebook wall. That counts. I know we've been friends for 25 years, but my kid had soccer practice until 6 p.m., then the baby wouldn't stop crying, and I had to do laundry before I put them to bed. I know I didn't go to your birthday party, but with two kids under four years old, I haven't set foot outside my home for anything less than a coronation.
But breastfeeding pictures are just fine.
I was afraid to tell my husband. I was equal parts afraid to be accused of cheating or learn he had, even though logic assured me otherwise. I thought of not saying anything. I envisioned stashing my pills in the inner pocket of my handbag, making excuses to avoid sex. While it sucks to have herpes, it's not a death sentence. If you ever have to deliver this kind of news to a partner, don't do what I did and treat it like the end of the world.