And I thought my life couldn't get any worse. I got dumped on valentines day. Out of no where. Heres a rant no one asked for. This is a 100% objective account of the events. So there I was, studying for my two exams I had the next day stressed out as always. When I get a text "Do you have a minute to talk?". I knew as soon as a read it. It was very cliche. "I dont feel anything anymore, I haven't for the past month." He felt neglected. Thats fair enough, since my dad died 4 months ago I have pushed everyone away. It is my defense mechanism and I've needed time alone a lot. I don't answer back right away and often don't answer with long texts like I used to. I get it. His needs were ignored as I grieved. He had a fair argument, I completely understood why he felt that way and I said so. I told him I was sorry, that I completely understood his feelings, and that we could work it out. I told him the truth, that I had no idea he felt this way. That is the worst part of it all. He never said a word about how he was feeling, ever. Not one peep. He just bottled it up and now he was done and blew up. I mean this was completely out of no where. There was no prior fight, no argument, not even a sign it was coming. He literally told me that he let it go for a few months because I was grieving but enough is enough. I guess I only got 2 months to be sad, not 4 or more. So I did what any adult in an adult relationship would do. Lets work it out, I'm committed, we can fix this, give me another chance, you're right, your feelings are legitimate, I understand where you're coming from. But even with all this positive communication I was giving out, his mind was already made up before he even sent that text. He kept saying he needed 'time'. I asked how much time, he said 'days, weeks, even a month'. The reality is you shouldn't need time. A day or two is understandable, to calm down and collect your thoughts. But you know if you want to be with someone or not. So I made him choose. At the end of it all I feel more anger than sadness. The fact that he basically broke up with me because I am grieving. To me, thats pretty sick. He was way too immature and scared of me to bring up anything that bothered him and wouldn't say how he felt at all. Now I feel a relief, free from someone who is able to be so cruel. I told him in the end I wished him the best, but actually I hope his mom dies and he feels the pain I feel now. I also feel a relief from his laziness. It was bringing me down. I'm working part time + taking 19 units + other business endevours. He barely takes 12 units and gets C's and works part time with no real ambition. I know I can do better. And frankly he can't and wont do better. That's the most satisfying part. It makes me very sad to think about how he was the last boyfriend my dad got to meet. Thats one of the hardest parts. And the fact that the day my dad died I chose seeing him over seeing my dad, which would have saved him. There definitely resentment there. To sum it up, I'm really proud of myself with how I handled everything. I was such an adult and its disappointing he couldn't be the same. I just can't seem to catch a break. I've literally lost every person I've ever loved in the last two years. And it just keeps getting worse and worse and worse. I thought I couldn't fall any farther than after my dad died, but my ex proved that wrong. /end rant.