Nine years ago, I was married and had, what I thought, was a good life. Little did I know that my husband was having an affair that would leave me with hsv2 and hpv. I was devastated and filed for divorce. I didn't know what to do with my life, I was sure that nobody would want me anymore. The first year was rough, I was having outbreaks every two weeks, I was exhausted all the time and my job was in jeopardy.

 

Somehow, I managed to survive my first year with herpes. I had all the classic emotions... fear of rejection, anger... afraid that nobody would want me... I was "Tainted." It felt like I had a neon sign over my head announcing my std status. I was ashamed.

 

Then, I began researching herpes and educating myself. I found out that an awful lot of people have herpes, and don't know it. I joined groups offering support and I was amazed at how many people shared my plight.

 

I know what you are expecting now. You think that I am going to tell you that I met "Mr. Wonderful" and went on to lead a normal, happy life, filled with joy and happiness. Well, that hasn't happened... yet. I'm optimistic about it though. I've met a couple of men that were hopeful, but didn't pan out. It'll happen when it's supposed to happen, but then again, maybe not. Who knows? I'm not going to sit and twiddle my thumbs waiting though. I have a life to lead and if I have to do it alone, so be it.

 

I now see herpes as simply a skin condition, nothing more. It doesn't define who I am. I have survived cancer three times in my life and that taught me not to waste precious time sweating the small stuff. - Elizabeth