I am writing because at 50 I fell in love for the first time. It was also the first time I had my heart broken by the same person. He is only 21, and I physically feel without breath and my chest hurts just thinking about him. I gave him my heart, my money, my time; he left me to go back to his ex girlfriend because he wanted a baby, and felt ashamed to be in a relationship with a woman 30 years his senior. Now, I feel used, trampled and I am to blame. Should have never gotten into this relationship, should have used him for the sex, and forget everything else. Even now, writing this, I hope the phone will ring,so that I may hear his voice. It is ridiculous; it is sublime. I hate him but much more I love him....