Goodbye Arizona

So I was on my flight to be with Craig and was ready to leave Arizona.  I was looking out the window in the plane and thinking back of all the things I had done in Arizona, the memories that I had made for those past 6 years, new friends that I had made before I left.  I was sad but yet glad that I was leaving Arizona because for the most part of my dud relationships, and it was now bringing me to new adventures and experiences. 

One thing I couldn’t explain to my family was that how I to explain to them that Craig was is HIV, and then I thought could someone who does not have the HIV virus have a relationship with someone with HIV.  This was my challenge.  I believe that someone who doesn’t have HIV can have a relationship with someone with HIV.  I wasn’t going to leave him out in the cold or defriend him just because I found out that he has HIV.  It’s not my nature to do something like that.  It’s not right because you cannot have the HIV virus while being in a relationship.  It also taught me not to fear of people with HIV and learn a little bit about HIV.  So I set an example to the family and they understood about the situation and my thoughts and views on it considering that Craig’s sex drive isn’t really high and that is okay. 

I still couldn’t believe that I actually left Arizona, but I guess it was meant to be.  Mom and her husband moved back to New York (two years prior that I left) and found a condo in New Jersey so I was alone there so it was time for me to move on.  I was actually happy that I left so that I could be able to move on and leave the bad memories behind and start fresh. 

When I arrived I spotted him straight away.  He was sitting down.  He had his friend Doyle with him who happens to be his ex.  Boy did I hear stories about Doyle turned out they were all true later on and I will probably mention him a few times in this blog.  According to Craig, Doyle likes to go everywhere with Craig every time Craig meets someone just to see what the person looks like.  He was a bit of a nosey body.  I’m not interested in these kind of people.