I moved from Canada back to the states to be with my high school sweetheart 20+ years later. He wanted me to have plastic surgery (boob job). I was happy with my body and didn't want it. We argued for 6 months about it. I cried and told him why I didn't want it.

Finally, as I was leaving for Las Vegas for my family reunion after I told him I no longer wanted him to go with me because I wanted a break from the arguing, he told me to enjoy the time with my family and to think about our conversations about having the procedure. If the answer was yes, then we would schedule the consultation when I got back from my reunion. If the answer was no then I needed to pack my bags. I asked him where would I go? He said, “I don't care where you go but you can't stay here.”

I spent most of my reunion crying and not knowing what to do. I wish I could say that I told him to F off and never looked back. But I had nowhere to go and no money since he didn't want me to have a job. I went ahead with the procedure and have hated him and myself ever since. I will never be the same person physically and emotionally.

Needless to say, our “relationship” was an abysmal failure. He is aging now and his prospects for mates are becoming.limited. The only women interested now he believes to be gold diggers

He keeps on trying to come back to me and is sad that he can't be with me. He doesn't feel sad for what he required me to do and doesn't understand why I won't be with him and I'm tired of telling him. Meanwhile all the women his own age look to “old" for him and he is not attracted to them but still attracted to me even tho I'm that same age. I hope one day I can find someone who sees me for who I am inside.