Losing my boyfriend

My boyfriend and I had been living together for three years and starting to talk about getting married. He was a great guy and I felt lucky to have him. He was intelligent, interesting, funny, thoughtful, and loving; he loved to cook and didn't mind doing household chores-a real Renaissance man.

He also loved my breasts. When I gave him the news, he was awestruck but immediately took me into his arms to console me. He stood by my side throughout it all and tried hard to cope with the aftermath of the surgery. The first time we made love, I could feel him flinch when his fingers touched the place where my breast used to be.

We both thought it would just take time-that we loved each other enough to overcome this. He tried to put up a good front. But in the end, he just couldn't deal with it. So he left.