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on relationships
We were having dinner when he told me. It was hard for him. He wasn't exactly prepared to tell me something like that at such an early stage, but he felt it was going to get serious and didn't want to wait too long.
I realised, too, that I shouldn't make it any more difficult for him than it was, so I tried to remain as friendly and positive as I could. I told him that I knew someone who had already been ill for 15 years, who was on medications and whose life just went on. If I hadn't known anyone in the same situation, it would have been more difficult for me.
The hardest part wasn't that particular moment, but later, once we'd started living together. In the bathroom where we both shave, for example: we had to be on guard for any possible risks.
The moment he said it, I immediately thought I shouldn't react in the wrong way, but should just let him talk. I imagine he had already been worrying for two or three weeks about how he was going to tell me.
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