So, let me lay out the story, because it just doesn't all make sense without the details. I know it's long, but I won't get real answers unless I fill you in on what's going on, so PLEASE bear with me, because I really need some outside-perspective advice!
November 2nd was Jake*'s birthday. Not only did I help plan a house party with all his friends on that night, but I surprised him with a segway tour ride for two the next day. He was so excited to learn how to ride around on the machine, and we had an amazing time.
The following weekend, Jake and I spent an amazing weekend together. From a cuddle-and-move night on Friday after a long week of work, to a hockey-game date night on Saturday complete with appetizers, pazookies, and drinks at BJs brewery afterwards, to a football and pre-Thanksgiving feast with all of our friends on Sunday and a little mid-afternoon intimate rendezvous, we had an amazing time, and went to bed all smiles, cuddling and carefree.
The next morning, he woke up and kissed me goodbye before he left (I have a late start on Mondays, and consequently get to sleep in later than him). We went about our normal Monday routines, and I called him after a night class to see how he was doing, around 7 PM. We talked for a minute, and he said he'd call me later that night after we were both done watching our shows, having dinner, and what not.
I ended up watching a movie with my roommate, and didn't see his text and missed call until an hour or so after he sent them. The text read, "Give me a call when you get a sec. I have some bad news :-("
When I got it, I thought maybe he lost his job, something had to have happened to a family member, who knows. I call, and my heart dropped as I heard him start his (obviously-planned) sentence.
"Babe, I love you so much, and I'm so sorry... You're beautiful, funny, kind, smart... I just don't think it's going to work out."
I sat there in disbelief. Jake and I had just celebrated our one-year anniversary in early October... and just over a month later, after writing me a handwritten letter telling me how much he loved me and was glad I was his "partner in crime" and "other half", he was breaking up with me... over the phone?!
I even asked him why he was doing it over the phone when we were face-to-face not even 24 hours beforehand. He claimed that he had to do it over the phone because when we first discussed his moving to CO and whether or not we were going to work it out in September, he was trying to break up with me, but that he "caved" because I was "a good debater."
Jake ended it that night, because he's moving to Colorado in March, and wants his "independence." I tried to fix the relationship, in hopes that he was just ending things out of fear for the unforeseen future and worry that it would be hard to work out long distance (I'm in Texas). But, he said he forgot how much he enjoyed being single and not having the responsibility of having to answer to, or consider another person.
I was one of the most laid-back girlfriends I have ever seen. I was there for him when he want/needed me, but I let him do his thing, and I did my own. He even admitted that I was an amazing girlfriend the last time we spoke before we ended contact. He had wanted to try the "friends" thing out, and meet up for coffee once every couple of weeks to see how we were both doing and "catch up." I tried, but finally told him I couldn't do it, because every time I was letting myself get riled up on false hopes and wishes of being back with him. We finally cut contact a little over a week ago, when he said HE would contact ME when he felt we were both ready to be friends.
He had deleted his Facebook when he broke up with me. He texted me last Sunday saying, "Hey. I had to get back on FB for some Denver networking. I'm sorry for our call on Thursday, I wish it were easier. That's all. Sorry to bother." I didn't respond for a while, and almost an hour later I finally responded, "Ok, please don't feel the need to update me on things like this."
After that, I blocked his Facebook, and asked one of our mutual friends to get the rest of my things from his place, which I just received this past Saturday. We have had no contact since then, though she told me that he mentioned, "I notice she unfriended me on Facebook..." to her.
Did I mess up here? I'm not trying to be mean, but I just can't seem to get over him, and thought maybe breaking everything, EVERYTHING off would do the trick. Yet I still miss him terribly, and each day I wonder how long until we speak again. Each day I wonder if he's thinking of me and if he misses me. I feel like I'm going crazy.
Why did he care that I blocked him off of Facebook, when we had agreed on not communicating any longer? Why did he tell me he loved me only to break up with me a month later for a move that won't even happen until early March?
** OH, and best part of the whole Facebook ordeal? He claimed he got back online for Denver networking, right? My friends have yet to see him post, like, or add anything on Facebook. He switched his relationship status, changed his profile picture to just him, but has kept all the other picture of us up... then complained to one of my friends about me un-friending/blocking him.
Someone, anyone, please shed some light and share your wisdom/experience. Love obviously makes you blind, and I'm finding it so hard to see through the fog lately.