In 2009 while completing my studies in Australia, I met a loving, caring, social and kind man. Most girls liked him but he seemed oblivious to the hints they were throwing at him but instead showed interest in me. I wondered why he was after me yet he could get girls who were more beautiful than me. I got nervous when he asked me out but I played hard-to-get.  Eventually, I gave in and life had never been better. I got pregnant in my final year and gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. While I waited for my fiancée (he proposed when I got pregnant) to finish his course (he was a year behind me) I tried to apply online for a job in Rwanda. I got a nice job and we left immediately when he finished. We settled into our new life very well. I immediately went to work while my fiancée took care of our girl since he had no work. It was very frustrating for him seeing me foot all the house bills but I didn’t mind at all. In 2011, he moved to Burundi in search of job opportunities and we enrolled our kid in a day care near my place of work. After he left, I started feeling lonely and I would eagerly look forward to the weekend when he would return. Soon after, he got a good job and we were happy until his job became too demanding that he started visiting once a month. I thought I would cope without him around but I was totally wrong. Towards the end of 2012, my friend asked me to accompany her to her friend’s farewell party. It was a Friday and I didn’t see a reason as to why not but that was the genesis of all my problems. At the party, I met an interesting gentleman (let’s call him Tom); he was charming to say the least. We got to talk, he was funny, intelligent and understanding which got me wondering how in the world he was still single. He told me he had a girlfriend abroad. After the party, he escorted me home and I invited him inside for a beer. My daughter had spent a night at my sister’s place and there was no one else at home. That night I cheated on my husband for the first time and to make it worse we didn’t use protection. We talked about what had happened later and decided that it was a mistake which should never happen again. I felt too much guilt at what I had done. I asked myself what I would do if I found out that my boyfriend was doing the same. I stayed friends with Tom; had sex with him during my fiancée’s absence. Throughout this whole time, I didn’t go for an HIV test and would sleep with my fiancée too. After a while, I got pregnant by Tom but decided to terminate the pregnancy before I got into trouble. While terminating the pregnancy I asked the doctor to test my blood and that’s when I learnt that I was HIV positive. I told Tom about the results but he denied and refused to go for the test. I gathered my courage and told my fiancée. My fears were confirmed when he found out that he was HIV positive. We had done many tests together before and he was not sick. I knew that I was responsible for killing my fiancée and breaking up my family. Yes, he broke off the engagement. I’m now a single mother who cries herself to bed everyday. My daughter is the only glimmer of hope in my life. I wish I had been a better person.