I've talked to a couple more friends in the last two days about me. I have a lot of friends I respect and want to ensure me disclosing this doesn't mean we can't still make each other laugh, tell off-color jokes, or enjoy a thimble of port.
I cried on my friends shoulder last night. She said that I will be ok and I said I know. It's not the HIV that I feared. It was being your friend.
Tuesday I talked to my other friend and I told her that it's been amazing to have such wonderful friends. I start crying when I am reminded of all the things people have done, how many nachos I have consumed from Baja Betties, the hugs of support and the laughter.
I cry because I am happy. I cry because I can receive such a horrible thing and still feel love, support, friendship and self-love.
NOTE: So that all my readers don't fear I have changed into a "chick," spending my time watching soap operas and reading romance novels, I want to let you know that the tears happened but then I followed it up with alcohol and dirty jokes! I am the same PDT, just a little more happy!
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As if you don't watch soaps and read romance novels. Don't lie!
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