On Saturday, my longterm boyfriend broke up with me. It came out of the blue. There I was, expecting a happy day together and we were lying on my bed (dressed), holding hands, and I brought up future plans. Then he dropped his bombshell; he's going to have to accept a job that will take him to another country. We had a terrible row, or at least I got very angry with him. I understand he really has no choice - it's that or unemployment - but it is devastating. I can't go with him as my dc are well settled at school here and it just isn't practical.
I ended up telling him I never wanted to see him or hear from him again. I told him that he should leave, that there was nothing more to say. The last thing he said to me was "I love you, diodati." And I know he does, as I love him. My dc love him.
Since then, I've cried and cried and cried. I know it's pathetic but it's such a terrible loss. We've known each other since childhood. Thank God the dc are with their dad atm. I don't know how to go on.