06-23-2013, 12:05 PM
Hello,
I'm at my wits end and thought that sharing my experience here would be beneficial. Please don't rip into me for this, as I am very fragile at the moment.
I met my boyfriend 8 years ago at Uni inn the UK. We hit it off immediately. I knew from day one that he was hiv+, whereas I was not. We dated intensively and after our BA I moved countries back home for the summer (scandinavia). We stayed in touch, visited and decided to return to Uni and do an MA each. We moved in together. In the first few weeks of us living together we hadn't put down any proper rules. (We met on an online cruising site originally). I ended up emailing a guy. It was just to get a rise out of it. My bf found out (friend of a friend) and was almost going to kick me out. We dealt with it. Agreed to rules. A few days later I was on his laptop doing some work and had to find a file. Did a search and ended up with finding out he had been calling ppl on his phone, webcaming and arranging meetups. I confronted him when he came home. We agreed, as guys in their early 20s do to let it pass, it was online, its like porn, we wont do it again.
Our MA year was amazing we grew to love one another, no jelaousy nothing. After we graduated he got a job in my country and we both moved there. Had to live with my parents for 6 months whilst looking for our own flat. We lived there for about a year me doing small jobs waiting to start my PhD, him starting a real career. Then, he applied for a job in Amsterdam and got it. We both visited and liked it well enough. He moved in advance end of august to set things up and I was meant to come asap. We met for a xmas (of course visited before) celebrated it at his house. His relationship with his mother was shaky at best and he ended up very depressed during out stay there. They ended up arguing and we were kicked out on New Years eve. he decided then to never have anything to do with her again. We travelled to Amsterdam together and started out life. I did my PhD part-time for 2 years and he worked. We settled into a very happy life. Not as active as we used to be but it was still happy. At this stage he had been on the HIV medication for 2 years and our sex life ground to a halt. He barely wanted to kiss me, cuddling and stuff was allright, but no sex. He refused to talk about it no matter how I tried. I love(d) him so I thought, fine, this is normal anyway. I always have my right hand.
We had been together 4.5 years when I had to quit my job and move the PhD from Part-time to full time. This also meant I had to move back to College, in the UK. We knew this in advance and had planned for it. I wasn't there for more than 1.5 months when he visited and the next day dumped me. Shitty reasons that we need to move on, he thinks the spark is gone etc. We talked through it. Seemed he was trying to preemptively dump me. Insecure etc. We sorted it the same night and got together. Both happy. He told me that if he isn't enough for me I should go and find sex elsewhere he doesn't mind as he is worried of giving me hiv and is almost asexual. I didn't want to.
When I next visited home, there was a condom packet under the bed. I felt shit all day, thinking that he had been finding sex elsewhere and thats why he told me to do so. I confronted him but he denied it. Said it must have been the old tenants that fell out from between the bed and mattrass (we rent a furnished home). Then he went off on one that I need to be less jealous etc. I asked myself if I could still love him if he cheated. I decided that for me its ok so I simply repressed it. That summer our holiday was Thailand. He went 10 days in advance with work and stayed in a 5 star Hotel (one of the big name ones). When I arrived I was missing him, we were passionate and I pulled his underwear down and find crabs. He hadn't even noticed. We shave him, but he panics and starts to look for a pharmacy so we can get some anti crab shampoo , I say, "Look its ok if you did but tell me if you had sex because if not then its doubtful these are lice. He said of course not, must have been the hotel, the sheets or when he had his undies washed.
Thailand trip is amazing, we go to Paris and its amazing. Summer spent together is nice. though when I leave to visit my folks when I come back I find a whole package of condoms and a lot of them are used. I'm thinking: these aren't used by us...
Go back for my last year of Uni. Am very active visit often and am in love and love him.
Then last May, he visits for his birthday, is meant to be busy with a MC licence. I keep myself busy thinking he'll spend time with me after he is done with it. he drops out of it, tells me he wants to leave. I'm hoping we get a few days at least. Whilst I boil my cup of tea he has rebooked his flight and when I walk into the room he is frantically packing. His flight was in 2 hours.
After he leaves I feel shit. I have done a lot of choices based around "us". I take a long hard look at us. together 6.5 years. 3.5 roughly completely sexless. With me wanking him off once every couple of months. He was tired and depressed due to his work as well. Whereas there I was spending tonnes of time with my bets friend and friends at uni. I kinda realised that me and my best friend and me and my BF had the same relationship. Kinda.
My BF and me had stopped doing fun stuff (not because i didnt want to but because he was working insane hours and was down) he also was and is extremely introvert, is happy with work collegues and me. Doesn't have many friends except old friends from school he sometimes chats with. (and a guy that I knew they both fancied eachother ages ago)
I was lost, and suddenly didn't know what I wanted with life, at all. Then, last week of term I made my misstake. A guy I knew hit on me and we ended up in bed. For a week.
I kinda fell for the guy a bit, but still love(d) my bf. me and this guy decided to stay fuck buddies. I moved back home with my BF. And I was weighing my possibilities. I wanted to see if we were damaged beyond repair. It was slowly getting better. I had been given licence to have sex elsewhere so I ended up meeting this other guy a few times last autumn, met him last around December.
However I had discussed my situation with some of my friends and this guy and me were in touch. there was some emotion during autumn, but after autumn it was just chatting as friends with occassional sextalk added to it. At first he wanted me and I didn't wanna leave my BF. Then he realised he wanted to spread his wings anyway and as I got to know him I realised that my BF was the one for me. I guess I just compartmentalised the sex to my sexbuddy and the rest to my bf.
Several times this year me and my sexbuddy have talked about meeting up.But I always cancelled. He was not in love with me, I had fallen out of love for him. Things were looking up for me and my BF.
Then 3 weeks ago, someone tipped off my bf. He asked me, I said the guy was just sex. and me and my bf love eachother so we stayed together. 3 hours later he woke me up. Apparently he had hacked my skype and read chatlogs. He kicked me out from out apartment, with the reason that since atm he is paying rent and I am not its his. I had to move to a friends spare room. Me and my X were basically married. Joint money, helped eachother etc. Now, I am jobless, just finishing my thesis. I am homeless. He broke up with me because he says he thinks I was just with him for money since last autumn. he is hurt of course. I want to fight for us but he just has anger and hurt. Doesn't even want to see me. I can have my stuff in our home since I can't bring things here.
My friends say I should move on. I just hate myself for ruining something. I have had it pointed out that there are issues at stake here such as I am human, people make misstakes etc.
I have enough self loathing as it is. Please don't turn this into a "your cheating ass deserves it thread". I just don't know what to do. We managed to have a civil convo on the phone one week ago. Where he was genuine. Told him I am sorry that I love him. yesterday was the pickup day for some more of my stuff. It was hell. We ended up having an argument. I pushed him verbally to hit me. he did. he tried to kick me out refused to go until he heard me out. It was a argument version of what we had already discussed texting. He had read ALL my skype logs he felt shit. he doesn't think he is the right for me that we have no future. he still loves me but "every fiber of his body" tells him to not give this time and then start as friends and see. he wants to move on and find someone better because he thinks he can.
I confronted him again re the condoms and the lice. The condoms he claimed as due to him doing posh wanks and the lice he has no explanation for.
We left on civil terms. We both love eachother but deal with it differently. I want to fix it he wants to cut clear and excise me from his life.
I am at the stage where I accept him dumping me. I know I did wrong and it will haunt me forever. I don't want him out of my life. He has been my best friend, my first family, my love and partner. Now its all gone. Do I leave it, see if its meant to be then he'll come around to at least talk to me in a few months or something? Do I wait and postpone the inevitable?
I don't have gay friends who can give proper advice (only other 2 couples we know are poly or have only ever had short relationships).
Please help, and thank you for reading this.
I'm at my wits end and thought that sharing my experience here would be beneficial. Please don't rip into me for this, as I am very fragile at the moment.
I met my boyfriend 8 years ago at Uni inn the UK. We hit it off immediately. I knew from day one that he was hiv+, whereas I was not. We dated intensively and after our BA I moved countries back home for the summer (scandinavia). We stayed in touch, visited and decided to return to Uni and do an MA each. We moved in together. In the first few weeks of us living together we hadn't put down any proper rules. (We met on an online cruising site originally). I ended up emailing a guy. It was just to get a rise out of it. My bf found out (friend of a friend) and was almost going to kick me out. We dealt with it. Agreed to rules. A few days later I was on his laptop doing some work and had to find a file. Did a search and ended up with finding out he had been calling ppl on his phone, webcaming and arranging meetups. I confronted him when he came home. We agreed, as guys in their early 20s do to let it pass, it was online, its like porn, we wont do it again.
Our MA year was amazing we grew to love one another, no jelaousy nothing. After we graduated he got a job in my country and we both moved there. Had to live with my parents for 6 months whilst looking for our own flat. We lived there for about a year me doing small jobs waiting to start my PhD, him starting a real career. Then, he applied for a job in Amsterdam and got it. We both visited and liked it well enough. He moved in advance end of august to set things up and I was meant to come asap. We met for a xmas (of course visited before) celebrated it at his house. His relationship with his mother was shaky at best and he ended up very depressed during out stay there. They ended up arguing and we were kicked out on New Years eve. he decided then to never have anything to do with her again. We travelled to Amsterdam together and started out life. I did my PhD part-time for 2 years and he worked. We settled into a very happy life. Not as active as we used to be but it was still happy. At this stage he had been on the HIV medication for 2 years and our sex life ground to a halt. He barely wanted to kiss me, cuddling and stuff was allright, but no sex. He refused to talk about it no matter how I tried. I love(d) him so I thought, fine, this is normal anyway. I always have my right hand.
We had been together 4.5 years when I had to quit my job and move the PhD from Part-time to full time. This also meant I had to move back to College, in the UK. We knew this in advance and had planned for it. I wasn't there for more than 1.5 months when he visited and the next day dumped me. Shitty reasons that we need to move on, he thinks the spark is gone etc. We talked through it. Seemed he was trying to preemptively dump me. Insecure etc. We sorted it the same night and got together. Both happy. He told me that if he isn't enough for me I should go and find sex elsewhere he doesn't mind as he is worried of giving me hiv and is almost asexual. I didn't want to.
When I next visited home, there was a condom packet under the bed. I felt shit all day, thinking that he had been finding sex elsewhere and thats why he told me to do so. I confronted him but he denied it. Said it must have been the old tenants that fell out from between the bed and mattrass (we rent a furnished home). Then he went off on one that I need to be less jealous etc. I asked myself if I could still love him if he cheated. I decided that for me its ok so I simply repressed it. That summer our holiday was Thailand. He went 10 days in advance with work and stayed in a 5 star Hotel (one of the big name ones). When I arrived I was missing him, we were passionate and I pulled his underwear down and find crabs. He hadn't even noticed. We shave him, but he panics and starts to look for a pharmacy so we can get some anti crab shampoo , I say, "Look its ok if you did but tell me if you had sex because if not then its doubtful these are lice. He said of course not, must have been the hotel, the sheets or when he had his undies washed.
Thailand trip is amazing, we go to Paris and its amazing. Summer spent together is nice. though when I leave to visit my folks when I come back I find a whole package of condoms and a lot of them are used. I'm thinking: these aren't used by us...
Go back for my last year of Uni. Am very active visit often and am in love and love him.
Then last May, he visits for his birthday, is meant to be busy with a MC licence. I keep myself busy thinking he'll spend time with me after he is done with it. he drops out of it, tells me he wants to leave. I'm hoping we get a few days at least. Whilst I boil my cup of tea he has rebooked his flight and when I walk into the room he is frantically packing. His flight was in 2 hours.
After he leaves I feel shit. I have done a lot of choices based around "us". I take a long hard look at us. together 6.5 years. 3.5 roughly completely sexless. With me wanking him off once every couple of months. He was tired and depressed due to his work as well. Whereas there I was spending tonnes of time with my bets friend and friends at uni. I kinda realised that me and my best friend and me and my BF had the same relationship. Kinda.
My BF and me had stopped doing fun stuff (not because i didnt want to but because he was working insane hours and was down) he also was and is extremely introvert, is happy with work collegues and me. Doesn't have many friends except old friends from school he sometimes chats with. (and a guy that I knew they both fancied eachother ages ago)
I was lost, and suddenly didn't know what I wanted with life, at all. Then, last week of term I made my misstake. A guy I knew hit on me and we ended up in bed. For a week.
I kinda fell for the guy a bit, but still love(d) my bf. me and this guy decided to stay fuck buddies. I moved back home with my BF. And I was weighing my possibilities. I wanted to see if we were damaged beyond repair. It was slowly getting better. I had been given licence to have sex elsewhere so I ended up meeting this other guy a few times last autumn, met him last around December.
However I had discussed my situation with some of my friends and this guy and me were in touch. there was some emotion during autumn, but after autumn it was just chatting as friends with occassional sextalk added to it. At first he wanted me and I didn't wanna leave my BF. Then he realised he wanted to spread his wings anyway and as I got to know him I realised that my BF was the one for me. I guess I just compartmentalised the sex to my sexbuddy and the rest to my bf.
Several times this year me and my sexbuddy have talked about meeting up.But I always cancelled. He was not in love with me, I had fallen out of love for him. Things were looking up for me and my BF.
Then 3 weeks ago, someone tipped off my bf. He asked me, I said the guy was just sex. and me and my bf love eachother so we stayed together. 3 hours later he woke me up. Apparently he had hacked my skype and read chatlogs. He kicked me out from out apartment, with the reason that since atm he is paying rent and I am not its his. I had to move to a friends spare room. Me and my X were basically married. Joint money, helped eachother etc. Now, I am jobless, just finishing my thesis. I am homeless. He broke up with me because he says he thinks I was just with him for money since last autumn. he is hurt of course. I want to fight for us but he just has anger and hurt. Doesn't even want to see me. I can have my stuff in our home since I can't bring things here.
My friends say I should move on. I just hate myself for ruining something. I have had it pointed out that there are issues at stake here such as I am human, people make misstakes etc.
I have enough self loathing as it is. Please don't turn this into a "your cheating ass deserves it thread". I just don't know what to do. We managed to have a civil convo on the phone one week ago. Where he was genuine. Told him I am sorry that I love him. yesterday was the pickup day for some more of my stuff. It was hell. We ended up having an argument. I pushed him verbally to hit me. he did. he tried to kick me out refused to go until he heard me out. It was a argument version of what we had already discussed texting. He had read ALL my skype logs he felt shit. he doesn't think he is the right for me that we have no future. he still loves me but "every fiber of his body" tells him to not give this time and then start as friends and see. he wants to move on and find someone better because he thinks he can.
I confronted him again re the condoms and the lice. The condoms he claimed as due to him doing posh wanks and the lice he has no explanation for.
We left on civil terms. We both love eachother but deal with it differently. I want to fix it he wants to cut clear and excise me from his life.
I am at the stage where I accept him dumping me. I know I did wrong and it will haunt me forever. I don't want him out of my life. He has been my best friend, my first family, my love and partner. Now its all gone. Do I leave it, see if its meant to be then he'll come around to at least talk to me in a few months or something? Do I wait and postpone the inevitable?
I don't have gay friends who can give proper advice (only other 2 couples we know are poly or have only ever had short relationships).
Please help, and thank you for reading this.