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“My mother says your husband will probably leave you now,” my friend said, two weeks after I told her I’d tested HIV-positive. “Your mother doesn’t know him, or me, or even what real love looks like, apparently,” I replied.
My husband and I had skipped the traditional marriage vows, but that conversation showed me their value: “For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health.” Thirty-one years later, we’re still married, he’s still HIV-negative, and our 25-year old twin daughters (also HIV-negative) are thriving. Sometimes, people’s comments say more about them than they do about you.
P.S. Thanks to The New York Times for publishing this piece in Tiny Love Stories.
Love the story and the super short concept ❤️
This is awesome! You are a warrior Rebecca! I still remember the first time I heard you tell your testing story. I still remember when you chose to build your family. You and your family are an inspiration ❤️❤️❤️