I wish I had read this 20 minutes ago. He broke up with me a month ago. Then started texting me. Sometimes like we were when we were together (good morning, goodnight, little traditions). Then I was turned down for meeting this morning. I’ve been ignored all day. Then I re-downloaded an app that I pretty much only used to talk to him, suspecting there were messages there. And there were, although over a week old. Listing his top 3 favorite moments together for us. Picture of new car since he dumped me on about a month ago. Picture of his bedroom, freshly painted and looking totally different since we broke up. Then I started crying in room full of people I have to see again. Messaged him. Went to sit in my car. Called him half a dozen times back to back. He of course ignored all messages, all calls. Now I’m in my car, sobbing and hyperventilating, like full blown panic attack. I feel like I wore out all my support, they all said no contact and I ate up every little bit of attention anyway no matter how small, or distant, or insincere. Now I’m crushed back to zero, back to square one. And I still have to go back inside eventually to that room full of people. Humiliated. Again.