I am week seven into my breakup and no contact with my ex-boyfriend. I’ve always been the dumpee, never the dumper, so this has been a whole new world. I can’t deny there’s a part of me that feels empowered. For once, I got to be the one that says, sorry, this doesn’t work for me. I know what I want, and I’m aligning my decisions and actions with my long-term goal of being in a fulfilling relationship with someone I can build a life with—and I see it as an assertion of my value. Yet, a part of me feels like being the dumpee is easier because the self-doubt around my decision to walk away was almost unbearable.
Maybe I should’ve given the relationship more time.
He’s a really good guy.
What if I never find someone like him?
What if this was the wrong decision?
What if I regret this?