PART 2: I am HIV positive and how I got it will shock you so this is to warn people to be careful out there….

My husband refused; he said he wasn’t going to go for the test. So I took all three of my children instead. We got to the clinic, they did the tests, and the results came out: all three children are HIV positive. I was even more gobsmacked. I was screaming and shouting, thinking, ‘What in the world is going on?’ I thought maybe it happened during the birth process, something with unsterilized instruments. I was in denial. I thought, ‘This can’t be right, because I’ve been loyal—so how did I catch it?’
I was in shock. I sat there, my mind racing, my brain going crazy. I was going insane about this whole situation because I was trying to figure out how on earth I had gotten HIV—and now my three children had it as well.
The doctor said, ‘Listen, you need to bring your husband in.’

I am HIV positive and how I got it will shock you so this is to warn people to be careful out there….

HIV IS REAL.
I’ve been married to my husband for a long time, and we’ve got three children together. I’m currently pregnant with our fourth child.
Right now, I go to my routine prenatal checks, and as part of it, they said I have to do tests for STDs and any sexually transmitted diseases—you know, for the safety of me and the baby. At first, I was skeptical, but then I thought, ‘What have I got to lose?’ Because this is to protect me, the unborn child, my other children, and even my husband.
He said, ‘Yeah, that’s fine.’
The doctor did the test, and then they came to tell me, ‘Madam, I’m really sorry, but you are HIV positive.’
I was in so much shock and disbelief because I had never—never ever—slept with any other man except my husband. He was the only man I had ever been with. I’d never had any other boyfriends; he was the first and only one.

I was about to Divorce my wife then I overheard this..

I was just about to open the door when I heard my wife talking with her friend.
"But I'm dying," she said softly. "I don't even know how to tell him."
My heart froze.
"He's been acting indifferent to me lately," she continued, her voice breaking. "And the last thing I want is his pity."
"But you have to tell him," her friend argued gently.
"Tell him what exactly?" she asked. "That I have cancer?
That the doctor said I have just a few months to live?
Will it change anything?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My wife... cancer?
I don't remember how long I stood at the door before finally going in. Her friend left almost immediately.
That night, as she served dinner, I looked at her closely.
She had grown thin.
Her hair had lost its glow.
Her cheeks looked hollow.
She looked... old.
Was she really dying? Right there, I made up my mind.
I would end my affair with Lynda.
The divorce papers I had been planning to serve her were no longer necessary.
My wife needed me and for however much time she had left, I would be there.

PART 2: I cut off my twin sister at 29 after catching her kiss my fiancé. Ten years of hate later, she died in a car crash. I didn't even want to go to her funeral, mom begged me to do it.

"Lia. Wow. It's been—"
"Sit," I said.
He sat.
I didn't waste time. "Did you kiss her? Not the 'it happened' version. The truth."
He looked guilty. "Yes. I kissed her. I knew you were coming back in a minute. I wanted you to see."
"Why?"
He looked down. "Because I knew I was losing you. And I thought if I broke you two up, you'd cling to me."
"You ruined my relationship with my sister."
"I ruined everything," he said quietly.
I stood. "You did. But I let you." He nodded. "I'm sorry."
"I don't forgive you," I said. "But I forgive myself for believing you."
And I walked out. Back in my car, I let out a breath I didn't realize l'd been holding for ten years.
The next few weeks were hard. Grief and guilt hit me in waves. I kept hearing her voice in those letters. I kept wishing l'd opened them sooner.
Then I remembered something. Her letters mentioned a man she'd been seeing. Someone serious. His name was Matthew.

I cut off my twin sister at 29 after catching her kiss my fiancé. Ten years of hate later, she died in a car crash. I didn't even want to go to her funeral, mom begged me to do it.
After the ceremony, I went to her old room.

In her things, I found a paper folder with my name. I opened it, and my heart stopped.
Inside were handwritten letters. Dozens of them. All addressed to me.
Each was dated, spanning across years. The first was written just a week after I walked out of her life. I sat down on the edge of her childhood bed, the same bed we used to share when we were five and afraid of thunder. My hands trembled as l opened the first letter. I had to stop reading. My throat clenched up, and tears threatened to fall, but I pushed through. I read on.
"I didn't kiss Thomas. He kissed me. And when I pulled away, you walked in. I know it looked bad. But you never let me explain."
That sentence alone cracked something open in me. I'd told myself I didn't care. That I had moved on. But clearly, I hadn't. My heart still ached from the betrayal I believed in for a decade.
I flipped to the next letter. This one was more frantic, messy handwriting, likely written during one of her anxiety spirals.

I am losing my marriage.

HOW DIVORCE MISSED ME BY A MINUTE

I have been married for 8 years, but to me, life in marriage has never been easy. From the beginning, it always felt like my husband and I could never find a common ground to operate as a couple. Every time l looked at him, I found myself filled with anger. I had already left him mentally, though physically I was still in the same house with him. On June 12th this year, we had one of those long arguments that lasted the whole night. He spoke less, but I ensured I reminded him of all his vices and flaws. I thought l was fighting for my space, but deep inside I was confirming to myself that I had already checked out emotionally.
Even before then, in April, after one of my usual word fights with him, I left for work. That day I was overwhelmed with emotions and couldn't drive, so I took public transport. I quietly took a corner seat to avoid unnecessary movement. I was lost in my thoughts when a young man, probably in his early 30s, came and sat next to me. Though I wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone, his friendly and appealing approach drew me in.

A letter from a divorced woman to women in marriage.

SEX MADE ME LOSE MY MARRIAGE

Dear Women in Marriage,
I wish to share my story as a testimony to all of you walking through this sacred journey called marriage. My name is Sofia, I am 39 years old, a divorcee after 13 years of marriage, and a mother of three beautiful children, two boys and one girl. I got married when I was 23 years old. At that time, I was young, inexperienced, and too naive to fully understand what marriage truly meant. My husband was a good man of caring, home-loving, and responsible. Yet, in my youthful ignorance, I mistook my desire for freedom as strength, not realizing that marriage itself requires maturity, patience, and understanding.