I was dumped on my 24th birthday

I got dumped on my 24th birthday and I honestly don’t even know how to process it.

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We’d already been fighting for two weeks because he started getting close to another woman at work. Again. The second time this year.

We had a huge argument about it and he swore he wanted to stay, that he wanted to try and figure things out. I believed him because I always do. I wanted to believe that what we had was still worth something.

Then yesterday, on my actual birthday, he sat me down and told me he’s “broken” that he’s just a shell of who he used to be and doesn’t want to do this anymore. He said he needs to figure himself out alone. He said having me around while he does that isn’t something he wants.

And I just sat there. My heart was pounding, but I still tried to be strong. I told him I’d be there no matter how hard things got, no matter how heavy life felt, no matter how deep his darkness went that I’d stay if he just told me he wanted me to. I would’ve waited, I would’ve supported him, I would’ve loved him through every broken piece of himself.

But he couldn’t even give me that. He didn’t want me there.

It hurts in ways I can’t describe. It’s not just the rejection it’s the timing, the cruelty of it being my birthday, the feeling that I wasn’t even worth holding onto for one more day. I keep thinking about how easily he said those words, how calm he was while I was sitting there falling apart.

I feel so small right now. So unwanted. So replaceable. Like all the love and effort I gave meant nothing in the end. I keep replaying his words in my head “I don’t want to figure it out with you.”

It’s such a simple sentence, but it broke something inside me.

I know I’ll heal eventually. Everyone says that time fixes things, but right now it just feels like my heart is being squeezed in a way that time can’t undo. I just wish he’d chosen any other day.

Because now my birthday will never feel the same again.

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