Results
We went for the results to his HIV test yesterday. I told myself that it didn’t matter what the results were, and that I would stay regardless. Up until we got there, I knew how I was going to react if they were positive, and I wasn’t scared either way.
When we got there, I got scared. I didn’t know how I was going to react any more. I knew that I wasn’t going to let the results ruin anything, but I didn’t know how to let him know that everything would be okay.
Luckily (and not surprisingly), the results were negative, so I didn’t have to worry about how to tell him everything would be okay. And now, thank goodness, when ex-es call randomly in the middle of the night saying, “I need to talk to you later about something,” we know it’s not that, but rather that they just want somewhere to live.
Negative. Thank God.