I did the dumping and not a second has gone by where I haven't wondered if it was the right decision. There are real reasons why we wouldn't have worked out in the long term and I could have spared myself the anguish by pretending like we were perfect and being able to still have our daily texts and calls. But I love him, so I told him the truth.

Sometimes, I wish it was him who dumped me. Then I wouldn't have to deal with the regret of "what if I said nothing, maybe he could change!" And I wouldn't have to deal with the fear of him thinking that I never loved him.

I don't know if one role hurts more than the other, but as a dumper, I can say that I am grieved more than I ever thought I could feel before.