I remember when my friends mother was first diagnosed (15 years ago) I was scared to go to the house because after all these years of practically living there if I didn't accept anything to eat or drink they would know why. And I would never want her mom to feel uncomfortable. I was scared - although my head had read up on everything and knew better I still was scared to use any utensils in the house.
Today - I would wash the knife and go on about my business.
And I've done that gloooooory dance - soon as it became public about someone I used to date being diagnosed I got calls begging me to go get tested - folks didn't believe me when I said we NEVER slept together - it just didn't feel right and I couldn't put my finger on it at the time. Well years later I now know it was the same situation as on last nights show (he was living in the closet, not admitting he was actually gay) - THANK THE GOOD LORD I didn't let him push it nor let my horny college hormones take me down a feel good road I would regret for the rest of my life.
Nothing says loving like mr. duracell
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