Mine’s not quite the same, as he ended things. However, we’d been together for seven years and every so often he’d decide that he wanted to be single, so would either start looking for someone else while we were together or blow up massively about absolutely nothing. I couldn’t let him go, so I’d wait around for him to come back, which he always did, full of apologies and promises which I’d fall for.
The final time however, we had plans to have dinner. I was on a course, on the other side of the city when he sent me a message cancelling. An emergency meeting apparently. As I thought I was eating out, I had nothing in for dinner so had to stop on my way home at the supermarket. On my way there I bumped into him, going to play pool with a friend. After years of lies and broken plans, I wasn’t surprised and I didn’t really react. Just said hello and went on my way.
The next morning I was sat in a training room when he sent me a message ending things (again) as I’d been unspeakably rude to him when I caught him standing me up. Apparently I should have fallen all over him, pretending he hadn’t lied to me and wasn’t in the process of standing me up. His message ended with him telling me never to contact him again.
After seven years, something in me just snapped. I don’t know why, after all of the horrible things he’d done, the lies, the cheating, packing up my belongings and shipping them to my Mother when we lived together, that message was the final straw.
As expected, a couple of months later he came crawling back with the usual apologies but this time I was done.