Ok, so I finaly caught the train out of london to go and tell the woman of my dreams, that due to my recent diagnosis, (stage 4 HIV) it would be a good idea if she got tested. We whent to her nearest clinic on the monday and were told to come back on the wednesday for the results. She insisted that i stick around till she got the result, so I stayed at her house till wednesday. Things were very uncofortable to say the least. Finally wednesday arrived and back we went for the results.
Needless to say the results were positive. she cried for about 2 hours straight. so after spending another night at her house i returned to London feeling totaly drained yet confident I had done the right thing. How wrong I was. Two days later i received a phone call saying she had attempted suicide, a massive overdose of pills and was in hospital and was going to be sectioned. Three days later i recieved a number of text death threats from public call boxes. so i destroyed my sim card and got a new one I figured that would be the end of it.
Once again how wrong I was about two days later i was returning to the hostel and was aware that someone was following me but managed to lose them on the tube, when i finaly got back the hostel i was told by a member of staff that three men in a car had been looking for me and had been parked outside the hostel most of the day.I have no idea who these people are, they could be relatives of hers or hired hitmen for all i know, so i took the only course of action i could I went to my room packed a change of clothes grabbed my sleeping bag and left.
I then spent seven nights sleeping on the streets till i got a nasty chest infection and ended up back in the royal free hospital. so doing the right thing has backfired and ended up with me fearing for my life.
