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  • I will be the first to share my story.

    In the fall of 1995 along with my twin children of three years old and my husband whose life has been shortened by the VIH virus, I was walking toward my new church in this huge metropolis where we started a new life.

    As I entered this magnificent building with breathtaking frescoed architecture, I never would have thought that a man wearing the Roman collar, someone who is married to ”mother church”, was going to upset my little imperfect but quiet world.

    As I was watching him walking back and forth to get things ready for mass, I got hit with a huge wave of what instantly submerged to my very soul into a pool of pure overwhelming love.

    He walked at a brisk pace in the large corridor that ran along the rows of carved wooden benches. As he approached the row where I sat, our eyes met – it was love at first sight. I felt as if I had always known him, but at that point I did not even know his name. The only details I had were his exceptional height, blue eyes and a smile that lit up his whole beautiful face.

    Despite this new indescribable feeling that came over me, I felt much guilt as I thought about my husband. The service ended and I returned home with my family, determined to forget this incident.

    From one Sunday to the next this uncontrollable feeling got the better of my reason. I wanted to know more about this man that stirred my soul and my heart. So I decided to let events flow to open the door to friendship. I wanted to discover, without it being obvious, whether what I felt was mutual.

    During this time, my husband’s health deteriorated quickly and I felt overwhelmed. Since he did not take the drugs needed to stabilize the disease, we found ourselves faced with evidence that he had only months to live – now he had contracted full-blown AIDS.

    I asked the support of the man of my heart, in his position as a priest, to accompany us in this painful journey. He nodded reassuringly and gave us all the support we needed during the illness, death and funeral of my husband.

    Now a widow, the relationship became increasingly close between us. Not two days would go by before we would call or meet each other. As insignificant as it could be, any excuse was good enough to see each other. The desire to kiss and to say how much we were in love was evident but neither of us dared to admit it. Months had passed without anything happening between us, I felt his prudence and especially his fear despite his desire. One day, after having hinted that he wanted marriage, I began to see my dream coming true. He seemed ready to take the step. There was now no barrier between us – my happiness was at its peak.

    One day, his superiors realized that something was wrong. They saw that the morale of my priest had been low in the recent months. He had confided to his spiritual director, revealing that he suffered from loneliness. They quickly found the culprit for an inconvenient truth, for them, and could see that we were in love. They decided to separate us by imposing on him severe restrictions, of which I had no right to know the details. As for me, I was pushed aside without explanation. I could quickly see that no one cared about the excruciating pain I felt.

    To keep me away from the man I loved, they began to destroy my reputation, to intimidate me and to spread rumors of ‘scandal’ among some parishioners, who were quick to judge and harass me. Meanwhile, my priest wept as much as I did, which added to my pain. I tried to fix things, but the more I tried, the worse the situation became embittered. After twelve years of persecution and suffering, I decided to go away, leaving behind the man of my life for whom I could do nothing.

    After much therapy, I managed to go through mourning. I could forgive and make peace with the situation. It’s been 19 years since he was forced into silence, but love is still alive and also hope for the Church to exchange its tradition of celibacy for the freedom of choice. Even if this change comes too late for my beloved priest and myself, at least it will be for benefit of future generations.


    Hi Louise do you perhaps have an email address I can first contact you at please??