That’s what she said to me tonight.
She’s gonna break up with me, I just know it.
The funny thing is, she sent me loving offline messages earlier today and sent a nice romantic e-card.
But not tonight.
My heart, she is breaking.
Awwwwww! It’ll be ok, Suze! Just give her time to do her thinking; you never know how things will go. Just hang in there. 
Maybe it’s a surprise party and that’s her ‘first thing that came to mind’ phrase when she realised she couldn’t talk about it.
It could happen. I saw it on a sitcom once.
I must admit, it doesn’t sound good. But you never know, it may work out.
It didn’t.
I got offline Yahoo! Messenger messages from her breaking up with me. Not even an e-mail, but fucking offline messages.
What a cowardly bitch. Good riddance.
God, it hurts.
That sucks shit. Someone who would do that doesn’t deserve your pain.
yikes! I’m so sorry for your hurt, truly.
but Yeesh! to do a 180 that quickly? not to open the wound or anything but did she give a reason?
Thanks, everyone.
We’ve had a bad week, but Thursday night we were daydreaming about getting a place together and living happily. If things were “not working out” like she said, why would she have done that?
She has bipolar, and Mom thinks that’s what made her do the 180. I think it’s partially that, partly me crying a lot (it’s been a stressful and hard week) and partly me telling her I have major depressive disorder. But I’m not upset and crying every day. We’ve had good times, and she knows that. And what a stupid-ass reason to break up with somebody. And a chickenshit way.
I replied with an e-mail saying I don’t want her or need her. Mom says I shouldn’t have, but I had to say my piece. Anyone who treats me that way will not get away unscathed.
What an ungodly bitch.
Valentine’s Day is gonna be hard. We were supposed to go to Kansas City for the weekend. 
I hate to say “me too” but it’s so true. That was cowardly and cold, and you deserve better. Delete her from your contact lists, friends lists, phone directory, etc., box up any reminders of the relationship and stuff them in your closet - sometimes, later on, you find you want an object from that time and enough pain has subsided for you to look on it without hurting, so don’t do anything extreme there. Maybe (carefully!) burn a small letter or something if you want a nice symbolic gesture. Then be good to yourself, as obviously she couldn’t be bothered.
Suze, drop by Toronto if you get a chance, I’ll bring champagne and roses.
Oh, God,** Suze**, I’m so sorry. How truly awful. I know exactly how you feel - no really - my fiance dumped me, over MSN messenger, and refused to call me. Just two days after we were happily discussing our future together and how I’d be living with him soon. He seemed more excited about it than me! It seemed…
I should have got mad. I was so “in love” and confused and hurt… I begged. I lost my dignity for “love”. Don’t do that. I think if you feel you have to get good and angry, do so. I’m all for people working through their problems and working things out, but if you’re angry, be angry. Don’t let her walk all over you. If you work it out down the road, great; she’ll know she can’t stomp all over your heart and you won’t say anything. If not, she wasn’t worth working things out for.
I know it hurts. Take a little time to grieve - let yourself hurt for a while. Have a pity party. Watch sad movies that make you laugh at the foolish lovebirds who get their hopes up, and watch funny movies that make you cry. Get it all out. Then hold your head high, girl.
This is just me, but eventually, I came to forgive my ex for the bad things he did - but I never told him so. I had to do it for me, because it was tearing me up inside. But it didn’t happen overnight, and I will never, ever speak to him again. Even after all these years. He deserves nothing from me.
Everyone’s situation is different, naturally. So, no matter what happens, Suze, I hope it is what is best for you. I wish you love and happiness. And right now, comfort.
Sorry KCSuze. I feel your pain. I’m alone for the first time in 10 years. She moved out two weeks ago and I’ve barely left the house other than to go to work.
I’ve heard it gets better though
Messenger?! She told you over Messenger?! Wow. That’s cold!
I’m sorry to hear that KCSuze.
Y’all rock. It’s weird yet comforting to see that strangers on the internet are nicer to me than someone who supposedly loved me.
Anastasaeon, a-freakin’-men. A year ago, I would have begged. And I am really hurt and confused and a little humiliated. But mostly I’m pissed. How dare she part ways like that? And the terminology she used, “It’s just not working out”…am I being dumped or fired?
Tonight I went out and rented some movies…some comedy, a few superhero flicks. A romantic movie would just make me sick right now. I have sodas and chocolate and chips…I’m all set.
Kythereia, make it sparkling cider and you’re on. 
Lochdale, that hugely sucks. I dated her a little less than a year, and this makes two heartbreaks successively in the span of eighteen months. But I can only have an idea of what you’re going through. If you wanna commisserate, my e-mail addy is public.
Ferret Herder, I want to mail all the stuff she ever gave me back to her. But Mom says that would be “throwing the baby out with the bathwater.” But I can’t wear that sweater or burn that candle without dredging up painful memories.
Thank you again to everyone who posted here, it’s nice to see that someone cares.
I’m not crying anymore, but I still have sobbing spurts. I go between being angry and empty. And wondering what to do now. I know I will fill the hole she left, but I don’t know with what.
Plus I want to hurt her. Yell at her, tell her every little fault she ever had but I overlooked because I loved her. Like the fact that her car stinks. And she snores like a werewolf fighting a wookie. And she rubbed my back like she was sanding wood.
To sum up, she can go to hell.
Mailing the stuff back would be expending more effort on her than she’s worth. Throw it in a box and stuff it in the back of your closet for now, or give it away to charity. I’m sure you’ve heard the phrase before, “the opposite of love is not hate, but indifference.” If you mail it to her, she’ll know she’s still that far under your skin.
I own some very nice pieces of jewelry because when my sister broke up with her next-to-last boyfriend (her last boyfriend became her husband), she couldn’t look at the jewelry the pondscum lying sack o’ shit gave her. So she gave it to me, to get it out of her house. Since he hated me (with, frankly, good cause, because I hated him 
and talked shit about him, which ended up being so preternaturally omniscient when we found out he was cheating on her), it gave her pleasure to know that I was wearing the jewelry, but she never had to see that jewelry again.
Get it out of your life. It gives you pain to look at, and you deserve only beauty right now. If there’s someone your GF hated, give the stuff to that person to spite her. Yeah, it’s small and petty, but MSN Messenger?!?! Someone’s gunning for some very, very bad karma.
Tonight before bed I’m gonna pack up all the stuff she ever gave me. What I’m gonna do with it, I dunno. I just want it out of my sight.
Yeah, breaking up online was the cherry on the crap parfait. And it wasn’t just Messenger, it was offline messages. Chickenshit bitch couldn’t even break up with me when I could respond.
Speaking of karma… if it makes you feel any better, and if you believe in karma… well…
My ex, who broke up with me over Messenger and treated me like shit, left me for another woman… the relationship was thoroughly miserable, she yelled at him all the time, tried to change everything about him, then finally gave up and dumped his ass. Thing is, he couldn’t move out of the crumby little apartment, because he had nowhere to go. So he was stuck in a tiny space with someone who loathed him, and didn’t have enough money to leave.
But the most perfect revenge? The cherry on top of it all? When he came sobbing back to his best friend, begging for forgiveness, and wanting to talk to me, so sorry for everything he did, how big of an asshole he realised he was now - and his best friend dropped the bomb on him: his best friend was now married to me. And we hadn’t told him. He wasn’t invited to the wedding, wasn’t invited to any family functions, nothing. Knife, heart, twist.
Bastard*.
It killed him to know I wasn’t pining over him anymore, waiting for him like I said I would, back when I begged. It pisses him off that my husband won’t let him near me. He finally, eventually, got the point, and stopped trying.
Karma. It’s what’s for dinner.
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- [sub]I say mean things about him sometimes for emphasis, but no real rage anymore. He’s in the past. But I have to admit, it’s fun slinging the mud in his general direction sometimes. I forgive him, but I don’t have to like him. Whee![/sub]