get a divorce

but money. And no, I dont mean that I married some old rich guy to have him take care of me. It was a young gay man (a couple of years younger than me) from Peru. He needed his papers. I needed some money while I was going to school full time, not working. I was extremely hesitant at first, but over many drinks one night, dancing at a club I told him I would. And woke up the next day scared but feeling as though I couldnt turn back. We married in a courthouse a few days before September 11th (yes…in 2001) And after various attempts at securing his citizenship, we were finally successful about a year and a half later. I didnt feel a particular need to end it at the time, figuring that it would be eons before I would want or find a real husband. He moved away to New York to pursue his dream of a career in fashion, and we lost touch. my being married has come back to bite me in the ass a few times. And for various reasons I would rather deal with this problem sooner than later…even though it is later.