Contender for the worlds worst relationship [View all]

[Retired Engineer Bob]

His name was Gregario

I was an extremely closeted when I graduated from college. My orientation was known to me much earlier than this, I knew I was gay. My first orgasm occurred in grandma’s bathtub, thinking about sex with a member of my sex.

I had two groups of friends, one weekday and one weekend. My parents sent my brother and I onto my mother’s parents every weekend. It was great, mom’s parents spoiled us silly. Having friends Frankie (home) and Jeff (Weekends at grandma’s) was good, we both eventually began exploring our sexuality.

Jeff got married to Candi (female), I was his best man.

Frankie moved to Arkansas.

This all happened before college. Year 1982. AIDS/HIV hit. I totally freaked out, no sex for the next four years. Imagine that, celebrate through your college years, that was me.

After graduating, finally moved to my own place. I finally decided to go to a gay bar. Ended up meeting Gregario, I fell head over heels. He was a very good looking young Hispanic man, I was “truly in love”, sex was beyond belief.

So Gregario soon ended up living with me. He pledged his commitment to our relationship. I was warned by others that he was less than faithful, but I choose not to believe them. I was smitten, and would hear no criticism.

Things got worse. He would leave for the weekend claiming he had a job being a waiter in a one for away restaurant for a high end restaurant, I went along believing.

I was told the his mom and fiancée were coming up from Texas, and needed a place to stay. It turned out mom and fiancé were 15 folks that needed a home, they ended up in our apartment.

After I got everybody moved out, which included my paying security deposits for their apartments, things settled down.

I always had to travel for work. A project in Minneapolis had me gone the for the week, got home about 7:00 pm Friday. At about 8:00 pm, there was a knock on the door. POLICE, we have a warrant to search your apartment. I looked it over, sure enough they did. It turns out my beloved Gregario had “allegedly” had sex with a minor in my apartment while I was away. Of course he denied everything after he got home that evening.

Nothing ever did come from the pedo sex.

Gregario’s health deteriorated. AIDS was diagnosed.

Gregario did die from AIDS, his body laid in state in my house (long story). I was an emotional wreck.

Interesting Gregario was previously diagnosed with HIV. He knew he was positive before I met him, I found papers of him dealing with agents that could help with his HIV. Proof positive he knew he was HIV positive before I met him. Oh well.

After his death, I went through a many emotions. Grief, soon replaced with rage and hate. I imagine I am still dealing with this.