Post by Fish Troll on Mar 28, 2009 3:44:38 GMT -5
I'm in a crisis, can you please help me?
This is one of the bravest things I’ve ever done. As someone who genuinely considers himself to be very self-reliant, I am relying on the kindness of strangers to help me solve this crisis. I am married to a wonderful woman, Terry. There are few people who exhibit the kindness and consideration of others as much as she does. We basically married out of college and had one beautiful daughter, Caitie, seven years ago. Watching Caitie grow up has been an eye-opening experience to say the least. As I see so much of her in me, I definitely see more of her mother in her, which is a very good thing. I love Terry but only on a purely emotional level.
Terry has yet to discover my deepest, darkest secret. I am a homosexual who, after many, many years of sexual repression, has finally been acting upon my true desires. Terry is under the impression that I have absolutely no interest in men (even though there are numerous clues to suggest otherwise; she’s not particularity bright sometimes). Terry’s mother suffers from Parkinson’s disease and Alzheimer’s. Her prognosis is not good to say the least. While this has been very difficult for Terry, as she is trying to maintain a “happy face” for Caitie, it has provided me with an invaluable window of opportunity.
Terry and Caitie visit her most weekends at a nursing home up north. I told her that nursing homes make me uncomfortable. I made up something about how seeing the last stages of human life reminds me of the futility of existence. She doesn’t like that I don’t visit her mother; however, because of her ingenuous nature, she accepts it.
While they are away I frequent the downtown gay bars and seduce young men. I usually take them back to my place; they don’t mind that I’m married. Most of them are intrigued by it. I rarely have protected intercourse. I love exploring my sexuality; it has been a truly gratifying experience.
However, this promiscuity has led to devastating consequences. Six months ago, I tested positive for HIV. I have shared this information with nobody. I continue to have unprotected sex with numerous sexual partners. Something about spreading the infection gives me an undeserved sense of superiority. But I digress; this is all beside the point.
My main concern is that my wife is three months pregnant. This poses a notable concern because not only my wife, but the child as well, may be HIV positive. You may ask yourself, “Why would you have unprotected sex with your wife knowing full well about your condition?” Well, the truth is: Terry is a liar. She told me that she was on the pill, and there was hardly any chance that she could get pregnant. Not only was she incorrect about the probability, she wasn’t even taking contraceptives. She blamed it on the stress induced by her dying mother. Therefore she “forgot” to take the pill. I am deeply disappointed in her lack of honesty. She probably just wants a playmate for Caitie, as she is having significant difficulty making friends at school (she’ll grow out of it). As for potentially giving her HIV, in all honesty, her passing away from the disease may be the easiest way to deal with my situation and live my life openly as a gay man. I was in the military, so I could tell her that the veteran’s clinic poorly sterilized their needles before giving me a tetanus shot. I would never succumb to some sleazeball move and leave her for another man; that would crush her. Besides, the chances of contracting HIV vaginally are pretty low, so that would have been a pipe dream regardless.
So, now that I potentially have an “AIDS baby” to deal with, I’m seriously freaking out. That would be such a huge responsibility for me, and I’m sure they cost a lot of money to take care of. I’ve resorted to the most rational solution: abortion. Terry is unwilling to partake in abortion under any circumstances, even if the baby had Down syndrome or something that would limit it from having a life worth living. Her mother forced her to have an abortion when she was seventeen, and Terry has been vehemently pro-life ever since (blah, blah, blah…). I’ve been trying to convince her for about a month now. I really wish she would just take one for the team because she has no idea how much of a favor I’m doing for her by recommending abortion. I want to avoid telling her the truth at all costs because it could affect my reputation rather negatively. But I am running low on options. In my most generic plea for help: what should I do?
This is one of the bravest things I’ve ever done. As someone who genuinely considers himself to be very self-reliant, I am relying on the kindness of strangers to help me solve this crisis. I am married to a wonderful woman, Terry. There are few people who exhibit the kindness and consideration of others as much as she does. We basically married out of college and had one beautiful daughter, Caitie, seven years ago. Watching Caitie grow up has been an eye-opening experience to say the least. As I see so much of her in me, I definitely see more of her mother in her, which is a very good thing. I love Terry but only on a purely emotional level.
Terry has yet to discover my deepest, darkest secret. I am a homosexual who, after many, many years of sexual repression, has finally been acting upon my true desires. Terry is under the impression that I have absolutely no interest in men (even though there are numerous clues to suggest otherwise; she’s not particularity bright sometimes). Terry’s mother suffers from Parkinson’s disease and Alzheimer’s. Her prognosis is not good to say the least. While this has been very difficult for Terry, as she is trying to maintain a “happy face” for Caitie, it has provided me with an invaluable window of opportunity.
Terry and Caitie visit her most weekends at a nursing home up north. I told her that nursing homes make me uncomfortable. I made up something about how seeing the last stages of human life reminds me of the futility of existence. She doesn’t like that I don’t visit her mother; however, because of her ingenuous nature, she accepts it.
While they are away I frequent the downtown gay bars and seduce young men. I usually take them back to my place; they don’t mind that I’m married. Most of them are intrigued by it. I rarely have protected intercourse. I love exploring my sexuality; it has been a truly gratifying experience.
However, this promiscuity has led to devastating consequences. Six months ago, I tested positive for HIV. I have shared this information with nobody. I continue to have unprotected sex with numerous sexual partners. Something about spreading the infection gives me an undeserved sense of superiority. But I digress; this is all beside the point.
My main concern is that my wife is three months pregnant. This poses a notable concern because not only my wife, but the child as well, may be HIV positive. You may ask yourself, “Why would you have unprotected sex with your wife knowing full well about your condition?” Well, the truth is: Terry is a liar. She told me that she was on the pill, and there was hardly any chance that she could get pregnant. Not only was she incorrect about the probability, she wasn’t even taking contraceptives. She blamed it on the stress induced by her dying mother. Therefore she “forgot” to take the pill. I am deeply disappointed in her lack of honesty. She probably just wants a playmate for Caitie, as she is having significant difficulty making friends at school (she’ll grow out of it). As for potentially giving her HIV, in all honesty, her passing away from the disease may be the easiest way to deal with my situation and live my life openly as a gay man. I was in the military, so I could tell her that the veteran’s clinic poorly sterilized their needles before giving me a tetanus shot. I would never succumb to some sleazeball move and leave her for another man; that would crush her. Besides, the chances of contracting HIV vaginally are pretty low, so that would have been a pipe dream regardless.
So, now that I potentially have an “AIDS baby” to deal with, I’m seriously freaking out. That would be such a huge responsibility for me, and I’m sure they cost a lot of money to take care of. I’ve resorted to the most rational solution: abortion. Terry is unwilling to partake in abortion under any circumstances, even if the baby had Down syndrome or something that would limit it from having a life worth living. Her mother forced her to have an abortion when she was seventeen, and Terry has been vehemently pro-life ever since (blah, blah, blah…). I’ve been trying to convince her for about a month now. I really wish she would just take one for the team because she has no idea how much of a favor I’m doing for her by recommending abortion. I want to avoid telling her the truth at all costs because it could affect my reputation rather negatively. But I am running low on options. In my most generic plea for help: what should I do?
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