Dear Vee,

I’m head over heels for someone really special, and our connection is incredibly deep. We just click on so many levels, supporting and understanding each other through every aspect of life. And the best part? We’re both doing amazingly well individually, which only adds to the happiness we find in each other’s company.

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We made a conscious choice to wait until marriage to have sex. It’s a decision we talked about and agreed on together. It’s a commitment that makes our bond even stronger, based on our shared values and respect for one another.

And let me tell you, he’s the perfect description of a perfect gentleman. His gestures of kindness and chivalry, like opening doors for me and making sure I’m comfortable, always melt my heart. These small acts of thoughtfulness show his true character and how much he genuinely cares.

I find myself daydreaming about him all the time, enchanted by his presence and completely smitten by his every move. In my fantasies, he’s everything I’ve ever dreamed of in a husband: compassionate, respectful, and completely devoted to our relationship. He’s my rock, my confidant, and my greatest source of joy.

But, I won’t lie, there’s a cloud that sometimes hangs over our happiness. He shared with me that he has HIV, which initially caught me off guard. But despite my surprise, I’ve been there for him every step of the way, making sure he never feels judged or marginalized because of his health issues.

Yet, there are moments when the weight of his disclosure hits me, and I can’t help but feel a twinge of sadness. It’s not because I see him any differently, but because I worry about his well-being and our future together.

That’s why I recently suggested that we both go for another round of health screenings, including hepatitis B tests, just to ensure that we’re both in good health. And without any hesitation, he agreed, reaffirming his commitment to our relationship and his own well-being.

Now, I find myself at a crossroads, dealing with conflicting emotions. Should I continue being there for him, supporting him through every challenge that comes our way? Or should I let fear and uncertainty dictate the course of our relationship, pushing him away when he needs me the most?

It’s an incredibly tough decision, one that weighs heavily on my heart. I could really use some guidance from those who’ve been through similar experiences or have expertise in navigating this matter. Vee, health experts, or anyone with valuable insights, I warmly welcome your advice and wisdom.




Victoria Ibiama