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When I learned that I was diagnosed with HIV, the only feeling was that I was finished. That thin test sheet is equivalent to my death notice. There is only pain and despair in my heart. I just want to end my short and sad life quickly and try to commit suicide again and again.

Fortunately, there are two people present, one is Hu, the section chief of the municipal epidemic prevention station. A very kind and warm-hearted person, let me take my illness seriously, especially let me know that a female HIV carrier should lead an honest and clean life with self-respect. Even my family didn't dare to come near me, and section chief Hu was the first person to shake my hand. With the help of Hu Kechang and other medical staff, I heard that I was HIV-positive. I deeply feel calmness, tolerance and yearning for a better life stronger than pain and despair.

The other is her current boyfriend. This person is diligent, and the other person supports and understands me. At that time, he didn't know that I was taking drugs, but he didn't dislike me but helped me get clean. Once I was addicted to drugs and couldn't help running to the toilet to block the door. Chasing me and knocking at the door, my hands are bleeding. In order to make me quit drugs, he scolded me and knelt down and begged me to throw away the drugs I bought. I cried and swore to him again and again that I would never take drugs again. But as soon as my addiction started, there was nothing I could do. Something happened that I could never forgive myself. Look, I can't clean it many times, and finally. Just say: I don't believe that drugs are so powerful, so I will quit for you after smoking. In this way, half angry and half angry, he also became an addict, and both of them were sent to drug rehabilitation centers.

Drug abuse ruined my boyfriend and me, and drug abuse infected me with HIV. As soon as drug addiction starts, they eat raw peppers, take a bath and play poker all night to distract themselves. I completely cut off contact with former drug addicts, and I kept moving when I came to see them. Even those who can't hide it from me took this opportunity to tell him about the harm of drug abuse and the prevention of AIDS. Once, several former drug friends came to me and said that they would let me inject drugs with a syringe. I firmly refused and told him that I was infected with HIV and would infect him. However, addicts simply don't care and say that washing with water is enough. One of them dug out a dusty disposable syringe from under the bed and cried for me to find him some water to dilute the medicine. I said there was no water, so I grabbed the syringe and threw it under my feet. Those two men almost hit me with red eyes. At that time, I was not afraid at all, and I felt very noble.