I hope so, too.
For you, that is. Me, I KNOW I’m going through this shitstorm a few dozen more times. (Your guy seemed nice at the Dopefest this summer, five hours with your assorted nutjob-pals and he didn’t say jackshit, gotta be a decent guy.) And again you’ve nailed what’s terrifying about breakups–the out-of-nowhere terror that turns your whole life upside down for a few weeks (if you’re lucky.)
Now, am I serially clueless not to know what’s happening, since this seems to happen to me at appallingly frequent intervals? Well, I know how challenging I am, what with my frequent retreats into the studio to work with the phone off the hook, and my pots of undrinkably strong espresso, and the whole unshaven-geek appearance thing, so I shouldn’t be surprised, except that I get a lot of “Nooooo, I love the way your cute face looks with all that hair growing out of it, and the coffee? Divine…” etc until the shitstorm starts.
But there’s shitstorms and there’s shitstorms.
One gf who I had a fairly pleasant breakup with asked me if I wanted to have (more) kids, and I said “I dunno, maybe” and she said No, she meant like this year. I said, No. She said, Well,I kinda do, and she left me and married another guy (with whom she hasn’t had kids in over five years, but that’s another story) but I dodged a bullet there. No real complaints, wouldn’t you agree? She was very nice and all, but I don’t see myself supporting another household full of kids at this point in my life so I’m well out of it. It doesn’t have to hurt too much.
But when you get told “I just don’t love you” and you thought he/she did love you, that is bad. And though it’s futile, that’s why I keep insisting you have a responsibility to talk it through for longer than you probably enjoy (which for most people would be a nano-second). Look at it like this: You’re getting what you want–OUT. The very least you can do would be to give him/her a tiny bit of what he/she wants, to have the blow cushioned a bit. So, try.