Current Bumps

So, Friday a guy with whom I had a fling a few months ago called me to inform me that he had just tested positive for Chlamydia. Unfortunately, since sleeping with him, I have slept with both my husband and the guy I am "seeing" currently. I went to the doctor and was tested, and, of course, it was positive. So I did what any rational, lying borderline would do and made the guy I'm seeing think he gave it to me, and I didn't even tell my husband. I mean, we ARE in the middle of a divorce, and news like that would seriously injure the fairly stable relationship we have been able to maintain while trading our son back and forth. He is making everything so difficult, too. He refuses to get the papers he was served, so I'm probably going to have to pay some crap to serve him at work. It's like he can't accept that we are getting divorced. It's probably a lot of my fault, though, because I can't seem to straight out hurt him. I like the attention and niceness he gives me, it's almost like I'm keeping him on the backburner. I am doing that with several guys. That's my usual game. I'm only actually seeing one, but I've got several "on call." Plus, no one actually knows that I'm seeing the other guy, so it's pretty easy to pull off. We don't want my husband to find out, and he doesn't really want his ex to find out either. Which, I guess it's a double standard, but I want his bitch ex who always hated me to know that I am now fucking the guy I wanted to steal from her four years ago but just had too much decency to do it. Speaking of him, I like him a lot, and I enjoy spending time with him, but there are some issues that I worry will be our demise. He regularly smokes pot. Like, when we first discussed it, I thought it would be an occassional thing, like maybe as often as I drink. It was hard enough for me to accept at first because I have a really weird aversion to drugs (thanks, mom), but I was willing to accept it because he used the argument that it's not really different from drinking. So that was all fine and well. But now it has gotten to where he does it in front of me, and it seems like any time we are just sitting there, that's what is going on. It makes me really uncomfortable, and I hate that red, glassy look it gives your eyes. My mom used to have it all the time, and I don't think I want to be with someone who has it all the time, too. Also, there are his issues with me. Well, more so issue. My son. When we first started all of this stuff, I asked him 15 million times if he was sure that he was cool with the whole thing of me having a kid, and he said every time that it was.