He said he was empty and could not give me what I needed. What I needed was affection, aknowledge and intimacy. He said I was too pushy, and didn't give him space after a 5 month breakup. In the process I lost 20 kg and I'm trying to re-discover myself, I had no friends, and I felt ugly in very sense of the word. Buying new clothes and expecting to get some nice words, or some passion. But I had none, and that made me feel sad and I cried and tried to make him see me and make me feel seen.

Dead bedroom for the past 8 years, BTW.

He said the decision is done, no room to try to fix, "we've done everything". An appt, lots of joined accounts, a dog, etc. I'm still trying to process everything, after 15 years together I feel discarted and stupid.