Posted 22 March 2014 - 08:04 PM
My (ex)bf broke up with me yesterday afternoon, with a handful of good reasons and one very very shitty reason. We were together for 6 months.. and I'm devastated - I hadn't told him I love him, but I do, and I was waiting until the "let's move-in together" conversation to do so. Instead, he thought about living together, thought about the long-term, and had some reasons on why that would probably not work, and also had a gut feeling we weren't going to work overall. Then, a couple of days BEFORE the break-up, his two closest friends (a married couple) inform him that they hadn't been inviting him out and coming over to his place because of me - they don't like me. They told me I had said really hurtful things to his wife the last time we had a little party at my ex's place - all I had done was ask her if she was worried about wanting to adopt an Asian baby (she's white) because she might not relate culturally/racially. But apparently, this translated to me thinking she was an awful person and me being super judgmental, despite the fact I asked in a very conversational, friendly, and curious tone (because I was curious what this lady thought about that, since it can be important to that sort of topic). So based on that, they don't like me, and were taking it out on my ex. He told me it made him furious and he was very mad at them, but obviously, he took their feelings more importantly than mine. What really sucks is I understand - he's known these two for a very very long time, and even though I very much think he's outgrown them in terms of maturity and progressiveness, they mean a lot to him. AND they were there for him for a really bad divorce he went through a couple of years ago. So no matter how much he may care for me, or what bad aspects they may have about them, they are very important to him, and he clearly wants them in his life to the point where he couldn't have me in his life. What I'm also angry about is that even though his handful of good reasons made sense, they were never brought up before - I had to wonder if these things bothered him to THAT much of a degree that they warranted a break-up, or if he just took that all in due to his friends' feelings about me. Either way I realize completely I need to stop wondering that because I'll never find out, and I shouldn't worry about finding out. If he has immature friends that basically posed a choice to him (that no friend should do), which was pick them or pick me, he picked them. That's on him, no matter how much I love him.
I cried the entire drive home, and cried all night. I woke up this morning, and 5 minutes after being awake, I just cried more. It's not until I paced my apartment for an hour, talking it out in my head, have I finally found a bit of peace with the whole thing, even if I am still upset. It helped that I grabbed EVERYTHING from his place and brought it back, and that I got him to swing by one last time to grab his stuff here and for us to exchange our extra keys. After he put stuff in his car, he asked if everything was alright, and I told him no, and told him that I had asked him so many times over the course of our relationship if everything was ok, if wanted to talk about anything bothering him - I was always open to communication. I said he always replied the same - that he was just fine, that he would definitely tell me if something was bothering him. He started to reply with "Well..." and then clearly had nothing to say. I started to cry again so I just turned around and went back into my place, without looking at him.
What hurts the most is that since I realized I love him, I started having the home-with-a-kid-together fantasy. And because this break-up came with literally no warning, this entire viewpoint of my future has been upended so suddenly. It's shocking, and devastating, and hurtful.
It's the little things too - we've spent every single night together for the past 4 months. I'm so used to a warm body in bed next to me, cuddling with me, and now I'm suddenly sleeping alone. It's having breakfast and dinner with someone every single day. Now I just feel very alone - my good friend who does live in this area is out of town this weekend, and my best friends all live in different states. I can't help but look at something totally ordinary and think of him.
I'm just so fucking impatient to be done with the next few weeks - where these ordinary things will no longer be associated with him. Where it will be easier to look back, see it was a nice run with someone, and see how it was good we ended it before it got messy, because, yes, some things weren't working.
This just really fucking hurts, and I'm tired of crying, and sorry for the wall of text.
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