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We people living with HIV/Aids have so many issues to deal with: treatments, discrimination, homelessness, money, lack of support from family and friends.
But there's one thing guaranteed to make the nice chicks and cool dudes among my clients and friends lose it all and feel their world is coming to the end: their relationship has crumbled.
Is it worth it? Usually, the answer is no. Love's a drug. We don't need to drug ourselves into problems we can easily avoid.
So many people I know think they have found their Prince or Princess. But really they have entered into these arrangements for the love of a good car, designer clothes, posh dinners, and the pride of having lovely cuddles in public.
Many times we men, especially from Africa, have taken advantage of women simply because they are good cooks, can do laundry for us and occasionally unleash a tenner for daddy's thin wallet, even when there is no love at all.
Take the thorny issue of immigration. We men tend to make promises when we are sorted immigration-wise and the lady isn't. I know a man who just dumped his lady's passport in his briefcase but told her that he had forwarded it to the home office for inclusion as his spouse. Yet it was not the case.
Transport is a similar area. A woman might jump on a man simply because he drives a car (it might not even be a good one, but at least he is reliable and agrees to all errands without question).

For the man, a car means a woman beside him in it. We may continue to provide transport as long as we get paid in kind, and the women stick with