Life As A Single Mom Trying To Date Again
November 5, 2019Healing After Trauma
November 18, 2019Life As A Single Mom Trying To Date Again
November 5, 2019Healing After Trauma
November 18, 20190 Comments
Remember You Are Not Alone
Saturday 16th September 2017 will be forever known to me as the day I met my love
Pulling up, I caught a quick glance of my beau before we officially met (we had been talking online for a week). There he stood outside of the cinema having one last nervous cigarette. I can honestly say, as soon as our eyes met, I knew he was everything I had ever wanted.
Honesty, sincerity, humor and love seemed impossible in my twenty-nine years in search of love, yet here he was before my very eyes who encapsulated everything I ever wanted and more . We had spoken briefly prior to us meeting
The date went well, and we agreed to see each other again. And again, and again
Fast forward to 1st November 2017
I walked into hospital expecting to begin a course of treatment for low platelets, when I walked into a room full of doctors… five in total, and the news was delivered to me.
It felt like time stood still. I was being suffocated. Numbness encased my whole being. My ignorance allowed me to believe I could not continue living a ‘normal’ life. I became consumed by fear. I felt I was going to infect anything and anyone.
That evening I decided I had to be honest with my partner, Mark , and tell him about my diagnosis. Six weeks of pure bliss with my new love was about to be shattered before my eyes.
As the words passed my lips, I saw him experience the same numbness I felt eight hours earlier. I gave Mark the choice to leave; I wouldn’t have blamed him if he did!
We drove around for what felt like hours in absolute silence. Then tears filled his eyes.
How could I have done this to him? How could I expect him to still be with me after this? His broken words filled the air, “Why did this have to happen to you?” I knew then that he loved me, all of me, whole heartedly. I loved him even more in that moment than I could ever truly know . That evening we sat and spoke about my new diagnosis. Mark explained to me how he still loved me regardless. It was incredibly painful to hear as that evening I can say for certain, I did not love myself. The pain and heartache I had caused others broke my heart in two.
"Being newly diagnosed, I tried to find a voice, a blog, a report, a Facebook group, a twitter feed, something, someone that was experiencing the same feelings that I was. I needed to know someone was out there who had experienced, or was currently experiencing, the exact same thing as I was."
Skip to 5th May 2019 and I had been whisked away for a romantic weekend. Mark asked me to marry him. Of course, my answer was YES!
Within two years there has been: 1 HIV diagnosis, 1 proposal and 1 house bought and I wouldn’t change a thing. Mark and I are simply looking forward to our blissful future together.
Being newly diagnosed, I tried to find a voice, a blog, a report, a Facebook group, a twitter feed, something, someone that was experiencing the same feelings that I was. I needed to know someone was out there who had experienced, or was currently experiencing, the exact same thing as I was. I have since realized I was looking for confirmation that my ever-winding path would eventually straighten out. If this is you, believe me when I say, time is all you need. You are stronger than you think.
To the woman who feels alone, to the woman who doesn’t love herself and to the woman who blames herself: Remember, you are never alone. No, it wasn’t your fault. Never blame yourself. And you are loved more than you will ever know .