I am 33 and have only ever had four boyfriends, and only one that I really thought was the "one". We dated for 6 years, from when I was 20 to 26. Towards the end of our relationship, he was accepted to grad school in another state. I moved with him. About 6 months later, I came home one night and he told me he didn't love me anymore and I should start looking for another place. I was absolutely, completely devastated. That night, I packed all of my things and moved back to my home town.
I ended up sinking into a pretty serious clinical depression, and even attempted suicide. The end of this relationship was not the only contributing factor, I was also having trouble finding a decent job, did not really have that many friends who had lived in my hometown, and ended up failing out of the grad school program I had started upon my return.
Luckily, I survived and was able to get the help I needed to recover from the depression, though I am genetically prone to depression and have to be sure to take good care of myself to prevent its return. Because of what I had been to though, I was scared to date or get close to anyone for four years.
Eventually, at 30, I met someone and we dated for a couple of years, though I never really felt the same for him as I had for my old boyfriend. Realizing this, I eventually broke up with him, and this past March I found out that my ex, the love of my life, had moved back to my hometown. We got and touch and eventually, after about two months of dating,, slept together. From my perspective, the old connection was still there, but apparently not for him because after we had sex he never called me again. The only thing I heard from him was comments he put on my facebook page, and he also would occasionally "poke" me on facebook. I was heartbroken all over again, and eventually stopped returning his facebook pokes because it seemed unhealthy.
Two days ago, an old friend of mine from high school came through town, and and she invited a bunch of her old friends out for drinks at a local bar. One of her old friends, was an old friend of mine who I had lost touch with. When this girl, I'll call her Jane, showed up at the bar for drinks, she brought her new boyfriend-my ex-boyfriend who I've never really gotten over. I held it together, and was friendly to them both but was pretty much dying inside.
At the end of the night, when I left, Jane invited me to a party at her house this next Saturday. Not wanting to appear upset, I said I would go, but I really don't think I could handle spending time with them again.
I know it has been so long that I should be over this, but I am rapidly spiraling back down into depression. I haven't even cried over the whole thing, but I can't sleep, can't eat, can't concentrate at work and can think of nothing but him and her together. What makes it worse, is she is a great girl, they have a lot in common, and I can see them having a great relationship. I know it sounds awful to not be happy for them, but I am still single and horribly lonely and am physically ill.
What is wrong with me?