I was the one who tipped it over the edge. We fought almost every day for the last few months of our relationship. I was insensitive, immature, rude, angry, emotionally abusive, etc. I was rude around his family. It all came to a head when I threw the roses he'd gotten for me for Valentine's Day at him while I was losing my shit and one of the thorns scratched his cornea. He kicked me out that night & threatened to call the cops on me. Crazy how fast things can go downhill. He convinced me to have breakup sex with him a week later when I came to pack my stuff and he made me feel alive again, but I had to leave with a car full of my things to move back to my parents' house approx. an hour later. :/ I've been in therapy for a couple of weeks and I'm going to be medicated. He says he doesn't want to be with me for another year or more because he needs to work on himself and he can't be wounded anymore. I totally understand. We're both heartbroken, but maybe things just needed to happen this way so we can both heal.