I want so much to feel the reality of what so many of you say is the best thing that ever happened to you. I'm just not there yet, I guess, and struggle to see that ever being my reality.
I am 43 yrs old, and was a homemaker and homeschooler for almost 20 yrs. I was faithful to my husband for all those years, but after my marriage fell apart, I moved out and set up another home for my kids and I. The first man I dated I ended up being intimate with after knowing him for about a month. He told me he had herpes, but refused to use a condom. It should have been a red flag warning of his character, but I checked with my local health department instead of listening to my instincts about this man. I was told by a nurse at the health department that there was a slight chance of transmission, but if he wasn't having an active outbreak the chances would be slim. I spent two Saturday nights in a row with him, when he told me that he couldn't see us going any further in our relationship because it was hard for him to be with someone who was bigger than a size 2! I'm an athletic size 6 to 8, but have focused more on my health than on size, as the latter seems too shallow a measure of a whole person. Needless to say, when I had my first outbreak just one month after my initial exposure, it was hard to deal with all the emotion.
Until I found your website, I had resigned myself to somehow becoming the next great Mother Theresa type humanitarian, believing that no decent man would want to take the chance with me in the future, but my difficulty is even deeper than that within myself. I try to imagine feeling genuine love for someone who may not have herpes, and yet is willing to be in relationship with me regardless of the risk of transmission. I literally cannot imagine myself being intimate with a non-H partner, because I don't ever want to be the reason that someone I love has to go through all that surrounds the virus. I've only told my doctor and three of my closest friends. The betrayal of one of those friends has been a difficult offense to forgive, and has been driving me even deeper into a solitude that feels more lonely, more "ruined" than I hardly know what to do with.
I am not currently dating and have no interest in dating, but am desperate to escape the isolation I guess I have allowed to become the new norm for me. I struggle to know who to trust and now how to trust.
Feels like a VERY heavy winter lies ahead...in more ways than one!