High House Dark, on 22 March 2014 - 08:04 PM, said:
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.
See, theres lots of other fish in the sea. Now, why there being fish in the sea matters to someone who just got their heart crushed I have no idea, but that's what 'normal' people say here, right?
Seriously though, it will get better and you will get passed it and it sounds like, as trite as it might be, that you weren't going to work.
I suggest you do something you like doing in your free time. What are your hobby(ies)? Throw yourself for a bit and remember, (insert trite saying # 45 here).