A Year Ago
I just realized that yesterday it was exactly a year ago that he broke up with me for the second time.
The first time was a year ago May 30th, when I told him I was going out to watch a hockey playoff game at a bar/restaurant with some of our mutual friends. He could not go along because he had an event with his kids that day. A few days later he decided to forgive me and take me back.
The second time (June 6th) a week later, was because he didn't want me to go out with 4 of my girlfriends to celebrate one of my friend's upcoming marriage to the man of her dreams. She suffered through a bad 10 year marriage and then was in an abusive relationship. She worked full-time, was going to school and had full custody of her children. Her new husband is amazing and their upcoming marriage was truly a blessing. The ex N broke up with me an hour before I was supposed to go out to dinner and to watch an 80's band play retro hits. I was so emotionally tortured from him breaking up with me again after what had happened just a week earlier that I couldn't go out. Instead I stayed home had a panic attack and threw up all night.
The next time he broke up with me, was my friend's wedding 2 weeks later. It was on Father's Day and he was spending the day with his children. I was fine going to the wedding by myself, I understood that Father's Day was important to him and that he should be with his children. He then informed me that I couldn't go to the wedding because he wasn't going with me. This was one of my (our) closest friends who was getting married and I told him that I wouldn't forgive myself if I missed out on such a special day. I didn't demand that he miss Father's Day with the children to go with me, so I didn't understand why he couldn't be just as understanding of the importance of her wedding to me. He called me as I was getting dressed for the wedding to let me know that I was a bitch who killed our relationship and that he hoped I had a miserable life.
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The first time was a year ago May 30th, when I told him I was going out to watch a hockey playoff game at a bar/restaurant with some of our mutual friends. He could not go along because he had an event with his kids that day. A few days later he decided to forgive me and take me back.
The second time (June 6th) a week later, was because he didn't want me to go out with 4 of my girlfriends to celebrate one of my friend's upcoming marriage to the man of her dreams. She suffered through a bad 10 year marriage and then was in an abusive relationship. She worked full-time, was going to school and had full custody of her children. Her new husband is amazing and their upcoming marriage was truly a blessing. The ex N broke up with me an hour before I was supposed to go out to dinner and to watch an 80's band play retro hits. I was so emotionally tortured from him breaking up with me again after what had happened just a week earlier that I couldn't go out. Instead I stayed home had a panic attack and threw up all night.
The next time he broke up with me, was my friend's wedding 2 weeks later. It was on Father's Day and he was spending the day with his children. I was fine going to the wedding by myself, I understood that Father's Day was important to him and that he should be with his children. He then informed me that I couldn't go to the wedding because he wasn't going with me. This was one of my (our) closest friends who was getting married and I told him that I wouldn't forgive myself if I missed out on such a special day. I didn't demand that he miss Father's Day with the children to go with me, so I didn't understand why he couldn't be just as understanding of the importance of her wedding to me. He called me as I was getting dressed for the wedding to let me know that I was a bitch who killed our relationship and that he hoped I had a miserable life.
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