I came out of the closet in the throes of the AIDS epidemic and fell for someone I thought was a safe harbor. The blurred lines between his love and his lies have haunted me the rest of my life.
In the early 90s I lost a close friend to AIDS. Matthew was a hemophiliac. So was his brother. They both contracted the disease through blood transfusions. However, I was living cross country and for whatever reason my friends neglected to tell me Matthew was sick/dying. When I got the call he was gone I was literally in shock. It’s the not knowing that gets you. And then all the questions that come after. And then wondering why no one was good enough to tell you the truth. I feel ya. I really do.
What a powerful read. Thank you.
In the early 90s I lost a close friend to AIDS. Matthew was a hemophiliac. So was his brother. They both contracted the disease through blood transfusions. However, I was living cross country and for whatever reason my friends neglected to tell me Matthew was sick/dying. When I got the call he was gone I was literally in shock. It’s the not knowing that gets you. And then all the questions that come after. And then wondering why no one was good enough to tell you the truth. I feel ya. I really do.
Thank you for the excellent and heartfelt piece. Ah, relationships. So challenging to numerous ways.