Last night, Andy broke up with me.
Honestly, I didn't know what to make of it. It seemingly came out of nowhere. Earlier that day, he had called me and told me that his boss was out of town until Tuesday, and that I should come to his work and hang out that afternoon. I asked him if he wanted to go on a double date with my friend Katie and her boyfriend Paul, and he said yes. That night, I got off work late, and I had had a bad day, and I was in a bad mood. I was pretty snarky at him, but then I felt bad and I told him I was sorry and I was wrong. But when I met him at my house, he couldn't seem to let it go. He said he wasn't angry, but he was acting so distant.
And then, as he was leaving, he said, "I'm leaving, and I don't know if I'm coming back."
He said, "I think you love me more than I love you. I love you and I care about you, but you're not the one for me."
The horrible thing was, he didn't change how he acted towards me at all. I was devastated, I hadn't seen this coming at all. And suddenly, he's telling me he doesn't want to be with me, and this has been on his mind for a while. I told him I didn't think it was fair for him to voice these concerns now for the first time, without giving me the chance to try to work through them, as couples should do, but he wouldn't relent. And yet, he's holding me and kissing my forehead the same way he would if we were together and I was sad because my dog died. He's telling me he loves me and cares about me. And I don't know what it means. I can't understand why, if that's true, he can't at least give us the chance to work through things.
I find myself at a loss now...this relationship encompasses more than five years of my life. He's so deeply entwined with my life than I am not sure how to even begin to move on. He's all around my house. So many of the things I enjoy, we used to enjoy together. I feel like threads from my life are caught with him, and it's unraveling as he walks away from me. He wasn't just my boyfriend, he was one of my *best* friends. We were friends before we were anything more, and I don't want to give up the friendship almost as much as I don't want to give up the companionship, but I don't know what will hurt more: being with him and *not* being with him, or just being without him completely.
Another thing that makes it hard is that he did this once before, a *long* time ago, when we were 18. He'd been holding stuff inside, and then suddenly he just broke up with me. And then a week later, he came back to me in tears. I think if a stupid, tiny part of me weren't hoping that that will happen again, I could move on all that much quicker.
My best friend Julie says take it one day at a time, and I'll have to try. It's hard because there are so many things around me that remind me of him, and I'll think I'm okay, and then suddenly I'll see something dumb, like the Samurai Deeper Kyo manga, which he liked so much (more than me, really), and I'll think about him. And then my stomach hurts and I want to cry. None of my normal comforts could help me last night, because most of them just made me feel lonely and unloved. It's stupid, but I feel like no one's gonna love me again, because I'm not beautiful the way that people want. I'm not thin and shapely. I don't know what to do. I don't want to have to tell people we're not together. I don't want people to ask me about him and have to tell them we broke up.
One day at a time. The first day is scary already.
I am in:
