My (23F) boyfriend (24M) thought he was going to break up with me, but I ended up breaking up with him instead.

Throwaway because I just don't want my followers to see this. And yeah, I know this is a long post, so I'm sorry for that.<br><br>So, on Sunday (yes, Valentine's Day, I know) my boyfriend told me he needed to talk to me about something. He sat me down, and told me that he wanted to break up with me, but that he felt I wasn't doing anything wrong. He just felt unhappy with the relationship, and felt like we weren't a good match for each other anymore. Now, I've been with this guy for a little over 3 years, so I was pretty fucking heartbroken. I was sad, and upset, and I told him that I really cared about him, and that I still felt love for him. I told him that I wanted to work through this, and try to make it work. <br><br>He told me that he had already made up his mind, and that he felt like this was what was best. He also told me he had talked to his parents, and they thought it was a good idea too. I was stunned. He had already made up his mind, and even his parents knew? The only person who didn't know was me. I was floored, and I just remember feeling a wave of heat wash over me. I was angry, and at the same time, I felt extremely, extremely hurt.<br><br>I told him I understood his decision, but I just wished he had communicated with me better. He said he knew he hadn't communicated well, and he apologized for that. He also apologized for hurting me, but I just shook my head, and told him it was fine. I told him I was just going to go to my room. I couldn't deal with him anymore. <br><br>When I got to my room, I called my mom, and told her what he told me. I told her I wanted to come home, but she told me to stay, at least for a few days, to get my stuff together. I agreed, and hung up the phone. I looked around my room, and just felt angry. <br><br>I realized that he was going to leave me. Me, the girl who gave him her everything. I gave him my virginity, I supported him, I took care of him when he wasn't feeling good, I went with him to therapy, I stood by him through thick and thin. I gave him my all. I thought we were happy. I was happy. I thought he was happy too. I thought that our relationship was strong, and I thought we were going to make it through anything. But, I guess I was wrong. And, yeah, that realization hurt. I cried, and I just remember thinking to myself, "How could he do this to me? Why would he do this to me? What did I do wrong?"<br><br>I was up for a few hours just thinking about that. About two hours later, he came into my room, and told me that even though he was moving out, he would always care about me. He told me I was a good girl, and he said he hoped that I would understand. He kissed me on the forehead, and left the room. I cried again.<br><br>Then, my dumb ass decided to look at his phone. I know that I'm in the wrong for this, but I found text messages between him, and one of his friends. It was a string of texts from around 10:30pm, to 12:30am. And, basically, his friend was telling him that if he was going to break up with me, he should at least give me the real reason for breaking up. He told my (now ex) boyfriend that he owed me that much. My ex then responded with "What reason should I give her? She'll just get mad." And, his friend told him, "Then you can just tell her the truth. The truth that you're not happy, and you don't like being with her. Tell her you're leaving her for someone else."<br><br>My heart stopped. I felt like someone had just punched me in the gut. I remember my eyes widening, and my hands shaking. I read the rest of the messages, and it went like this:<br><br>Ex: Who?<br><br>Friend: (girl's name)<br><br>Ex: Yeah, I know her. She's in one of my classes.<br><br>Friend: Exactly. She's in one of your classes, and she's really into you. I know you're into her. Why don't you just break up with your girlfriend, and ask her out? I'm sure she'll say yes.<br><br>Ex: I don't know, man. I just don't want my girlfriend to know it's for another girl. She'll be hurt.<br><br>Friend: Then just end it, and leave her alone. Don't string her along, and make her think you still care about her.<br><br>Ex: Alright, fine. Yeah, I'll just leave her alone. You're right. I don't like doing this, but if I'm going to be with (girl's name), then I have to end it with my girlfriend.<br><br>Friend: Exactly.<br><br>I put his phone down. I was extremely fucking angry. I couldn't even move. I was so pissed I was actually shaking. I was also hurt though, and I don't even know why. I just remember thinking to myself, "He thinks I'm that dumb. He thinks I'm that stupid." And, yeah, that hurt. He thinks I'm stupid enough to believe him when he says he's breaking up with me because he's unhappy. Yeah, no. Fuck you buddy.<br><br>I waited until he came back into the room, and I sat him down. I told him I needed to talk to him, and he looked confused. But, he sat down, and asked me what was up. I just pulled out his phone, and showed him the text messages. He was shocked. Like, his face turned red, and he was speechless. I told him I knew the real reason he wanted to break up with me, and he still didn't say anything. He just looked at me, and shook his head.<br><br>I told him, "You know, I accepted the fact that you wanted to break up with me. And yeah, it fucking hurt. But, you know what? I decided I was going to leave anyway. And, you know why? It's because I deserve better than a fucking liar. You lied to me, you piece of shit. You told me you cared about me, and you told me you wanted to break up with me because you weren't happy. But, that's not the real reason you want to break up with me. You want to break up with me because you want to date some other bitch. And, you know what? You sicken me. You're not a good guy. You're fucking scum. And, I'm going to leave this house, and I'm never going to look back. I'm going to move on with my life, and you're going to be nothing but a memory. And, yeah, maybe that hurts your feelings. But, you know what? You hurt me. And, you hurt me bad. You fucking lied to me, and you betrayed me. So, no. You don't get to feel bad. I get to feel bad. But, I'm not going to. Because, you know what I am? I'm better than you. I'm a fucking Queen, and you're just a little bitch. And, you're going to realize that someday. And, when you do, I'm going to be long fucking gone."<br><br>And, with that, I grabbed my shit, and I left the house. I went to my mom's house, and I told her everything. She was pissed, and upset. She hugged me, and told me she loved me. And, yeah, I cried again. But, for the first time in a while, I actually felt good. I felt happy, and I felt relieved. I felt like I had just gotten a huge weight off of my shoulders. I felt like I had just dodged a huge bullet. And, you know what? Maybe it's fucked up to feel like that, but it's how I feel. I feel relieved, and I feel happy.<br><br>So, no, I'm not sad anymore. Yeah, I was heartbroken. Yeah, I cried. Yeah, I was angry, and I was hurt. But, I'm not anymore. And, yeah, maybe someday I'll find someone else. But, until then, I'm just going to enjoy my life. I'm going to live my life, and I'm going to do it for me. And, if anyone gives me shit about it, I'll tell them to fuck off. Because, you know what? I'm not doing anything wrong. And, I'm going to live my life how I want to live it. And, whoever doesn't like it, can kiss my fucking ass.<br><br>Edit: Wow guys. I didn't think this was going to blow up. But, thanks for all of the support. It means a lot to me.