Well, he broke up with me.... But I should have. We were together for 7 years. We had a very solid relationship. I mean it was more than evident that we were the one for each other. Our families loved us and all that jazz. The last two years were not so good, though. I still don't know if he had stopped loving me or if he just got comfortable in the relationship, but I definitely felt very neglected and started becoming seriously insecure. Well, looking back I sure as hell cannot recognize me. A few weeks prior to our seperation he cancelled a vacation that I had organized and paid for, because of a work trip. I has this feeling that he was lying. A few days after that I overheard a phone call that seemed off. Anyway, since I was aware of my insecurities I brushed those things of as unfair jealousy on my part. The day of our breakup he announces that he is looking for an appartment and I am thrilled, see we had been discussing about moving in together... Nope. A new appartment just for him. I confronted him, he said something along the lines of "needing a break" and I storm out. It took me about a year to come to terms with the breakup. It hurt soooo fucking much and all this time I was blaming myself. That I wasn't pretty enough, thin enough, smart enough, fun enough... Every fucking night I would cry myself to sleep. Stopped eating, started drinking. But I also started having a good time with my friends. When I realized that it was him that made me miserable in the first place, then probably was turned off by my insecurities and possibly even cheated on me in the end, I was furious. I see him from time to time and I don't even say hallo anymore. If you are not in love with somebody anymore say so and spare them a lot of pain and expectations....