When I came out 2 days ago, I never heard as many bad things from my parents than what I heard. They called me a freak, that I have HIV, that they’d rather me be miserable and fight this the rest of my life, and that they wish that they were dead instead of having to know this about me. I pray one day, after these tears are gone, they will love me just for being their son, but I have very little hope that will ever happen. I have never been so sad in my life.