My boyfriend of two years broke up with me in the parking lot of the place I worked at this past Tuesday at 4 pm. After being told he couldn’t do long distance anymore, I had to take the bag of things he had already packed for me and go back into work. I was completely blind sided. We always talked about how distance was hard, but he never let on how unhappy the situation made him. I thought this man and I were going to grow old together, but I couldn’t be the only one fighting to make us work out. It’s been two days since it happened. I realize now that he wasn’t the one for me, but I still can’t eat or sleep. I’m still absolutely devstated that I just lost my best friend, the first person and last person I talk to during the day, and the supposed love of my life in a mere minutes in a parking lot.