My Story – If only I knew she had AIDS
My name is Israel and my parents both died of HIV/AIDS. My dad finally had to admit to us all that he infected my mother with the virus and here’s how he got infected.
My name is Israel, the last child from a family of 4. My parents are both late and they died of HIV/AIDS. My dad finally had to admit to us all that he infected my mother (who died earlier) with the virus and here’s how he got infected.
My pops was out one night drinking with friends like he used to. As the night grew darker, the drinks kept coming and the drinking kept on moving. By 1:00AM, my dad was so drunk he could barely walk. In fact, all his friends were as dead drunk as he was.
Being smart, my dad decided he couldn’t drive but would walk home, careless the distance. As he walked by, he kept singing loud (a song he claims made him sure he was still alive). But as he staggered home, he met ladies standing by the roadside and immediately wanted to get one home.
“There was this particular girl, who just walked up to me telling me I needed help and she could help me,” my dad narrated. “I think she smiled and I smiled back and we walked off. She supported me as we kept moving.”
Pops said, all he remembered was that she took him to her house and gave him the best s*x he’d had in a long time. They had s*x twice before morning and passed out together. When he woke up in the morning, he was in an uncompleted building with the babe sleeping right next to him.
“I recognized the house… it was around an area known to be the hub for prostitutes,” my dad told me. “I immediately jumped up, feeling a slight headache but I was ashamed, embarrassed and needed to run out of there before anyone notice me,” he went on.
