I have not been on tengaged for about three years. I played frequently in high school and then got really busy and didn't have time for it. I graduated and went to college for a year and moved out with a roommate this past July. Now this a long story, but please bare with me. I'll refer to my roommate as Tim. Well, Tim and I had been living okay together. He was a little rude and I chalked it up to his past living experiences. He had history of abuse, so I was understanding of him. He had money issues, and I had lent him a thousand dollars because I understood how horribly he had been off and I was relatively okay. Well, a couple months in, we solved some deep issues he was having with his past roommate which was full of sexual and physical abuse. And Tim had cared deeply about him and believed he was his best friend. I made sure he never came around and never spoke to Tim. We had a really good period of time together, and then we ended up hooking up one night. I had always found him attractive and I felt he kind of saw me the same way in some instances and in other he did not. The sex was not full blown, but it happened still. He had acted afterwards like it didn't happen and I wanted to discuss it and put it behind us. We talked four days later and things were yet again fine. But i felt something was off. He was lying about something. When he talked, he kept talking about how much he regretted it and how he felt he ruined me. Those were words I wouldn't describe based on how things went down. I got curious. I ended up getting drunk when he was at work and went through his personal journal. Turns out, he had been planning to break our lease and was HIV positive the entire time we lived together. I went crazy. I ended up trying to kill himself when he got home and I ended up in a psych ward. I lied to him about the journal and said I had a family member die. To explain my hysteria. Two days after getting out of the hospital, I came clean to him and he tried to pepper spray and persisted on banging his head against the wall. I called the cops and he ran away and had moved out the following day. I have not seen Tim or heard from TIm since then. I loved him deeply and worried about him as we lived together. We were good friends, but friends don't do that to other people. He exposed me to HIV and had no intention on telling me had it, even after we had sex. I'm negative as of now and am getting tested again in two months. Thanks for reading guys and any questions or comments would be greatly appreciated. I've been feeling rough lately and this site helps me.
