I was almost 49 before I fell in love. I’ve never had a lot of trust and being gay in a small conservative community made things worse. When I met the man of my dreams I found happiness I never knew existed. We dated a year before we were married. My family and friends excepted him and we were happy. For the next year we rarely argued, did everything together, and were happy. Right after our one year anniversary he told me he had accepted a new job out of state. This was completely out of the blue. I have a really good pension which he became eligible for after we were married a year. It was all a lie. He occasionally calls to ask me for the divorce. I tell him to go to hell. I plan on stretching it out for as long as possible. I have more money than he has and want him to spend his last dime getting away from me. When it is done, so am I. There is no peace or joy left in me. I want to sleep and never wake up.