When I sat down with Brett to talk about my test results, I knew right away that something was wrong. He admitted that he'd had a one-night stand with a guy he used to be in love with. I demanded that he also get tested. And sure enough, he was also HIV positive. He had passed it on to me. I was beside myself. I didn't know how to deal with it. I had slipped up and been forgiven in the past. And I could have forgiven one mistake. But I didn't give someone a life-threatening disease as a result. And that was the part I had the most problem with. I just couldn't fee the same way about Brett that I had before.
So we broke up. And now, I don't know what to do. I desperately need the support of my family. But I'm scared to death I won't get it.