Hi all, I acquired HSV2-G from my long-term partner around 5 years ago. He didn't know that he had it and had never experienced any symptoms, so this was unexpected and really crushing to discover, particularly since he was only my second sexual partner. Incidentally, this hit right at a time that we were having serious relationship trouble because of his alcoholism. Sadly, I ended up remaining in the relationship longer than was healthy in large part because I was afraid of starting over with this new reality. The idea of ever having "the talk" filled me with dread, and I honestly had a hard time imagining I'd ever be seen as worthy of love and desire again. Eventually, toward the beginning of this year, I ended the relationship once and for all, determined to go forward with bravery into the unknown.
Fast-forward to this spring. I moved to NYC and just by happenstance soon ran into someone I'd known years prior in our mutual hometown. We immediately connected on so many common loves and interests and had these amazing times together, magical, sweet, exciting...I could tell the first night that he would have been interested in sex, but as someone who moves slowly, regardless of this new status, I put him off for about a month before we became close enough to necessitate the talk. I'm afraid I horribly botched that moment. We were already kissing and partially undressed before I finally, painfully indicated that there was something I needed to tell him. I cringe to think of it, but in the end, he made some guesses at what it was, and his one correct guess became my very passive disclosure moment. We talked about it for a little while - I wasn't super confident about how to frame it, and I was so emotionally overwrought that I'm honestly not even sure what I said. I did ask whether he'd been tested for STIs (he said he had, very recently) and whether he'd ever been with someone with HSV. We talked about my experience of HSV, general risk factors, and whether oral sex carried the same risk, and then I said that it might be good for him to do some reading since I didn't want to be his only source of truth. Certainly, I didn't own the moment or feel empowered. I was relieved when he kissed me and said that he wasn't going anywhere, and then he asked if we could have sex, which to my mind implied acceptance of this fact of my life. We did have sex, with protection, and we cuddled all the next morning before he left. Sadly, he became distant the next day, and we decided to meet and talk the following day, during which he said he thought this was "a bridge too far." The conversation ended ambiguously, though, and he said he thought we both needed to process a bit more but that he still wanted to see me. He kissed and held me, and then left.
After that day, we continued to spend time together, fell back into dating mode for a couple of weeks without ever ending up at one of our places and having sex. It was incredibly lovely and romantic, and finally two weekends ago, we came back to my place and had sex for the second (and third) time. This time, he didn't want to use protection, which again I thought was a statement - a strong implication that he was "in this" with me. I probably should have been more forceful about insisting on protection and pressing to understand his intentions, but the moment carried me away. I wanted to feel loved in that way so badly! The next morning, he referenced the fact that he hadn't used protection in a way that made me worried that he was questioning that decision. We had an INCREDIBLE next day, spent the whole day together, and then the next time we met, it seems everything fell apart.
We went to dinner and came back to my place where things were turning physical, but I paused and referenced the fact that I still feel fairly reserved with him because I'm not sure of where we stand. I'm not terribly sexually experienced anyway, and he makes me a bit nervous sometimes because I know he has had a good amount of experience. Somehow, he seemed to get really frustrated and said that maybe he'd been ignoring that we weren't "sexually compatible," and that he needed to take a walk and think about things. The next day, we agreed again to meet and talk, and this time, he told me that while he had very strong feelings for me, that there just couldn't be a future for us, and as explanation, emphasized that I'd told him that I have "an incurable STD" (umm, harsh language) by way of explanation, and then asked if we could be friends, though he still wanted to have me over to cook me dinner and "see his place" this coming Thursday. I agreed in the moment and felt decently positive about the honesty of the conversation(?), but after a couple of days I'm at a loss. We had such momentum, and the night of sex with no protection had led me to believe that he was willing to go all in with me. Now, what are we? What will this dinner look like? I'm not inclined to open back up and make myself vulnerable with him given this back and forth. I'm feeling a bit of whiplash and would love some perspective.