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Click here"I hate you!" she screamed and grabbed her clothes and turned to leave.
"I don't know why I wanted you anyways, you can never give me what I want," she slammed the door as she left.
I was shaking with sadness and anger. I knew she was drunk, but somewhere deep in her she held some resentment for me and my condition. Again, why can't things be easy?
Working with Georgia after that was strained. We stayed apart as much as possible until a few weeks later she tapped at my cubicle to tell me she was leaving. She had found a new job elsewhere. I was happy for her and happy to see her go.
As I said at the beginning of the story, after Georgia I went through some more women. Most of them were short term as they initially were attracted to me but when faced with the cold reality of my circumstances, they decided to find someone else. I couldn't blame them as I certainly would have done the same.
I shrugged and turned on the television. The ballgame was on and I settled in for a quiet evening. I didn't know what the future held for me. I don't make plans. I take things a day at a time now. Who knows how long before I die. Then again, does anyone know?
- COMMENTS
Another stupid narcissistic loose female dog running around destroying marriages and lives. Pure selfishness, only regretting it when she was caught.
The reality of the consequences of promiscuity. It's all fun until it gets deadly serious.
Sad and depressing. At least his slut wife got what was coming to her. It's cruel that her husband got infected from her slutty ways before her treachery was revealed. And there's nothing he could do about it at that point. :(
Well if you want realism,this story gives it to you In spades. Bleak is an understatement, but well written.
Tragic. Powerful. Well written. I don't think this author posts on this site anymore, but I think he was one of the best on Lit. He was able to write successfully in several categories which is unusual. I wish him well wherever he is.
DAMN WOMAN! She sentenced him to a lonely, short life. Well written and told tale. 5 stars. DMW aka Sumnut96
An excellent but heart wrenching story, told beautifully. Georgia wound up despising him because he cared more for her safety then she did. At least she'll be alive! 5 stars Bob
Fantastic! Sirsmega tackles some unique challenges in peopleās lives. Some of his stories have no comments for years & I find that hard yo believe.
There should be a way to let others know of these gems. 5 stars.
Bill S.
Wonderful story. A lot of repercussions that we aren't always aware of. Good job.
Ed
HAART (Highly Active Antiretroviral Therapy) has changed the premises on which this story rests. Once HAART lowers an HIV infected person's viral load to the point it is no longer detectable, that person can no longer pass the infection to others through sexual activity. Condoms are no longer required to prevent the transmission of HIV if the patient is receiving effective HAART. Of course, if the uninfected sexual partner is taking PREP (Pre-exposure Prophylaxis) therapy, such as Truvada, she/he will not become infected with HIV irregardless of whether the infected person's viral load has been suppressed. The medical advances against the HIV pandemic have been nothing short of miraculous. The development of a vaccine is an ongoing quest, but recent developments have been quite promising.
Just a sad story, that I am sure played out many times, back in the day. No winners, just losers.
I wish all would/could read this story!!!!! HIV is real. The life/lifetime it dictates a person to are real.. Read and take to heart.
Morbid story but makes you realize the day in which we live, the consequences of cheating and unprotected sex can be deadly. Penicillin can't fix everything today...
Was this supposed to cheer me up? I realize that itās a subject that needs to be discussed (I guess). Iām sure itās accurate, and that there are people whose lives are just as sad as has been depicted here. I feel for them. I truly do.
It also serves to make me ashamed. Once, I had the experience of encountering someone with HIV. It never went very far, as she told be pretty much right up front that she was positive. I donāt know why, but it was the last thing I expected. Its not like I wasnāt aware of HIV and Aids. I was a journalist with an apartment on the upper west side of Manhattan, who moved to south Florida while still owning my apartment. I lived first in Palm Beach, and then bought a house in Coconut Grove. I did mostly celebrity journalism and came in contact, one way or another with HIV/Aids. Unfortunately, I had been to many memorial sevices for people I knew who were positive...or even worse where they developed Aids. I once had a barbecue at my house sw with fifty something gay guys in attendance. A Contact of mine, who also became a friend was very prominent and active in the gay community. He asked me if I would host the event, and I told him I would
Getting back to when I encountered a woman, who in normal circumstances, Id have been romantically interested in. When I met her, I had just come back from living in London, and splitting with my wife, who was also my business partner. Itās said that the three most tragic, or life changing things that can affect someone are divorce, losing oneās job, or career, and moving. I really try not to make excuses for myself, since looking back, I feel my reaction was inexcusable. But, in trying to understand it, I realize that I had just suffered the end of my marriage (divorce), lost my career (my wife was my partner, but I was really the lesser partner. I went into her field and stayed in it with her for 21 years ), and I moved (from London, back to NYC, at which time I had already given up my apartment and didnāt really have anywhere to go to). So, in retrospect, I at least understand my reaction. She told me over the phone, and I never thought if possible of myself, but I was literally speechless. I was at a point in my life where I really just couldnāt handle it. I made some flimsy excuse, wished her well, and quickly got off of the phone. And, I still feel somewhat guilty over this even though it was over 20 years ago.
Such a sad story, told with love. For the poster who didn't know how easy it is getting HIV-- were you sleeping since the 1980s? This knowledge isn't new by any means, although I believe there're drugs out now to prolong life & (hopefully!) stop the progression of this disease. I feel for anybody - especially those who've contacted HIV or similar STDs through their spouses/ significant others - who're battling for their health & lives.
Armageddon may not be just one gigantic end. It may be death by a thousand cuts, and HIV/AIDS may be the first cut. Such a sad, prophetic tale youāve woven.
Fuck!! Never realized how easy it is to get aids, definetly changing my ways. Thanks for that info, never looked into it because ive never really thought about it. As for the ex-wife what a fucking bitch, she literally gave you a death sentence and your unable to have healthy children.
He just has to find a gorgeous woman who is has having the same problems that he has, namely HIV! He should advertise on Craigās List.
Bloody hell, that's a shitty tale. Poor sod does nothing wrong and ends up with adepts sentence.
What a fucking bitch
well told of consequences. Lust is powerful and cunning and sometimes has consequences. Well told
Last night, something this powerful and depressing is not the way to start the New Year. Signed: BTW