I was about your age at my own big breakup, Soul. I know whereof you speak.
Quick and sharp is the way to do it, in my opinion. It seems like a horrible thing now – you’ve made this person a part of your soul, and putting her out of your life is like asking you to rip off your own arms and legs and heart and stomach. You’re sure that if you just say the right thing, do the right thing, everything can start rebuilding. You’re feeling abandoned and confused and angry, in your heart, at someone you never wanted to be angry at. Your choice has been taken away. You didn’t get a say in how this all ended, and when it ended, nothing you said or did mattered. You feel betrayed, and you loathe yourself a little for feeling betrayed and having dark thoughts toward someone you love so completely.
At least some of the above is probably true. It’s how I felt.
I had the added bonus of living with the guy for another six months because I’d already signed the lease. I also worked with him. He was downstairs, I was upstairs, and we were in the same house and the same building together every day. I thought this was pretty painful and pretty great at the same time, because maybe by being Extra-Wonderful I could help him realize just what he was missing.
He never did, and I moved out when the six months was up into an apartment all by myself.
For three months I was wretched, inconsolable, useless. I just slumped at the computer and read and never went out. And then, suddenly, everything just snapped. I realized I didn’t need him to be happy. It’s such a stupid thing to say, isn’t it? Especially right now? But it was like the parts of me that had been ripped away grew back, scarred over, smoothed up.
I’ve been there. It’s going to really suck right now, but it WILL get better, if you let it.