I was diagnosed with a rare disease in my 20s. I had been a single mom for a couple of years and was tossing around the idea of dating again but after my diagnosis, more insecurities set in. Who would want me?
Friends would call to ask what they should wear on a date and I was trying to figure out how many dates do I go on before telling a potential boyfriend about my disease? I saved myself the heartache by becoming extremely guarded. What was the point of pursuing a relationship because while I was young and looked healthy on the outside, I was so sick on the inside. Once someone realized what that all meant, he would leave. I dated here and there but ended relationships before they got too serious and I made no mention of my illness.
That is until I met Tim.