I am loving all the perspectives here. If only I’d been here when I was getting broken up with before Lockdown 1.0. It would have really helped I think
The more I think about it, the more I think maybe there are three scenarios in a one-sided breakup where one person is utterly heartbroken:
1. It’s entirely the dumper’s issue, genuinely, and they’d have ended up breaking up with literally whoever they were with at the time, because of other non-relationship issues they’re going through. “It’s not you, it’s me.”
2. The dumpee
has been behaving ‘badly’ - selfishly, ignoring issues, not compromising, being demanding, not making effort any more, etc. “It’s not me, it’s you.” The dumpee probably knows this deep down.
3. The dumpee
hasn’t changed or done anything ‘wrong’ - but the breakup
is still about them. The dumper probably wouldn’t be able to articulate what changed but they simply don’t fancy or don’t want to be with the person any more, even if the person is amazing and doing everything right. The dumper doesn’t automatically have ‘issues’. They might not be a narcissist. They aren’t a dick. They just want out and it sadly
is 100% because of the other person or how they now feel about them.
It’s conventional to demonise the dumper and be like “he doesn’t know what he’s missing”, “what a PoS”, “his loss”, “he’s crazy” etc. I know this is what my lovely friends told me at the time, in a very well meaning way. This is what society tells us to do but I actually believe (and I think this is what
@cosmicodone is saying, but correct me if I’m wrong) that does us a disservice because it prevents us from building up the muscle to be able to accept that someone just doesn’t want to be with us. One great, well adjusted person can look at another great, well adjusted person and still be like ‘nope’. At any time. Neither party is at fault. It just is.
All that said, I found out today my ex, who I was with for seven years, just had a baby - and even though we haven’t been together for five years, I now feel nothing for him, and I’ve loved since, I still had a little cry at my desk. Rejection is a bastard.