I am very close to being a survivor of day 5 of emotional hell. My boyfriend broke up with me after I started a violent, ugly fight last Wednesday night. Thursday morning sunlight brought pounds and pounds of pain and anxiety onto my chest, and when I looked at my phone at 9:35am our relationship was officially over. A sickening reality check confirming all of my mistakes.
We had our problems of course, but the feeling of home was so innate between us that we both chose to overlook and step around certain issues that we should have been addressing all along. Still though, it was perfect and I loved it and then it was gone.