I was dumped once in the mall. I sort of saw it coming because I noticed that the week leading up to it he made a lot of his facebook private ...to me... I looked at it because I was going to post a comment, but I wasn't able to. We had a mutual friend who let me go on her account and I did, and saw that his profile was still visible from her account. So he went out of his way to hide a lot of his facebook profile from me a week in advance. So i thought...uh oh, this isn't good. So later that week he asked me to meet him at the mall. I knew in my gut what was about to happen. Like George Costanza, part of me wanted to avoid it. I almost told him I couldn't make it,... to delay the inevitable. But I showed up. Sure enough he laid it on me. I guess it takes me a while to process things. I didn't cry. HE cried. A LOT. he made a comment about how it must be uncomfortable for me to be broken up with in public with people around (through his sobs). I shrugged. (i cried LATER, in private..that's just how i am). Anyways, I later found out he was still talking to his ex, and although he previously told me he stays friends with all his exes (except that one...he made sure to emphasize that...that he was NOT talking to her...even though he was), he definitely had no interest in keeping me as a friend.

I guess it was good of him to do it in person, but I still found the way he was bawling a little weird and I wondered why he chose such a public place. I wasn't sure if I should be offended if he thought I was going to do something crazy or something and the fact that he wanted nothing to do with me even though he had claimed to be friends with all his exes. that part really had me questioning myself..