I have waited my whole life for this point, the point where I made it to Germany. I work very hard in my studies, and always had this dream to live abroad in Europe (specifically Germany). I worked in Prague for a few months over the summer as an intern, and that was great. But finally, I am in Germany for EIGHT MONTHS to have the time of my life (study abroad). To date cute german boys, to eat great german food, and to further my progress with German.
The first weekend night I got too drunk. I was just so happy to have gotten so far, and afterall this was the beginning to the greatest adventure. This amazing german guy was so interested in me and brought me home. I remember the moment, when I asked if he could wear a condom (he said he didn't have any, but he was "safe").
Four days after I got two herpe bumps. I sent him a picture, and he first claimed it was nothing. Then over the next few days i had over 10 and was in excrusiating pain. (Mind you, I have been staying in a hostel this entire time because I do not go to my student housing until next week). Finally, he admits that he "might" of had a herpes break out.
I am sort of over the complete horror of first finding out. The tears have subsided quite a bit. But I am still so sad. I feel like not only has the trip of my life been ruined, but so has just forever. I keep looking at my life in two sequences now: BH and AH. Before herpes, when I was free. AH: there is no freedom. I know I keep reading this "inspiring" articles, but there is no way these people are really happy. There is nobody who would ever just want herpes. THis is all so unfair. I just don't understand, why me?