Dating with aids
I was living in New York City with a boyfriend I'll call Matt when I was diagnosed with HIV. It was my first steady, long-term relationship, and we did what I used to think of as "grown-up" things.Like having Sunday football parties or fighting in Home Depot about what color to paint an accent wall in our living room.
(He was negative, and had been getting tested his entire life.) We broke up within the year.eventually give them the "bad news."The 'bad news' was less about their risk of getting HIV and more about how I had deceived them, which is not an especially attractive quality in a mate.Not only did it lead to drama, but it was also dangerous at times.Matt never been a good match for me, really; my diagnosis just shined a spotlight on that.The only bad thing about breaking up with Matt was the realization that I would have to start dating again.