We had picked out 40 acres, a home, we were gonna live our life of owning a farm together and I wanted 6 kids. A whole tribe. I never knew such deep love with anyone, we'd joke about growing old together. We'd feel drunk in the other's presence. He purposed June 2013. but, instead of dumping me, he faked his death. All I can figure is any man would rather die than live that dream out with me. I doutb i can ever trust again. I've got this big open wound that just wont heal.