In the last blog, we talked about my ex husband. Just want to continue from there.
I believe that my husband tried and still tries to buy love and friendship. There is nothing that I wanted that he wouldn’t give me. We didn’t have a lot of money, but he always found a way.
I always suspected that my husband was bi-sexual. I guess for a man, it’s hard to come out of the closet. The stigma attached to being a black gay man in some societies is totally unacceptable. Which I believe to be the case with my ex husband. He was raised in a very religious home, where homosexuals were cursed and damned to hell. It’s understandable that he would keep that side of himself in the closet.
It’s estimated that most women contract HIV through heterosexual sex. (I have statistics on the facebook page.) I believe that the men that we get it from have had some type of homosexual relationships or were iv drug users. I’m not the expert here so don’t quote me.
Ok…. Back to me. About a year after my ex husband and his friend Ray reconnected, Ray died from complications of Aids. Like my ex husband, Ray was an alcoholic and was supposed to be on dialysis but he refused to go. His brother found him dead in his apartment.
At the funeral my ex husband seemed very distraught and inconsolable. When I tried to comfort him he would push me away. I couldn’t understand at that time the bond that they shared. This guy was not just his friend, but his lover. And I couldn’t compete with that.
Enough for now…. See you soon