I finally made it through day #7 post my breakup with my ex after I found a used condom on a plain sight in the trashcan when he fooled around with his ex last week, when his ex came to visit from out of state for thanksgiving. I am still heartbroken, and the pain is still very intense, but the past couple days seem to have gone by easier.
I cried my self out during the first several nights. I went to a counseling and a doctor to treat my depression. My doctor refused to treat me with any medicine because all I had was a severe case of heartbroken that would dissipate and heal as the time goes by.
I went to my ex's place on Thursday night to confront him in person. It took a lot of guts, but I poured my heart out in a heartfelt conversation, and for my own sake, I managed to find closure in a more positive note. Unfortunately, he showed no remorse. As I walked out the door, he tried to hug me and said "I am sorry that you are depressed, but don't do anything stupid if you want me back" ... Well, I said "Please don't touch me. I don't want you anymore, and you don't deserve me." I looked at him in the eyes one more time, I walked out, and I finally felt free.
I also wrote his ex a long email. There was no cursing, blaming game, etc. in the email. It was just a heartfelt description of what I truly feel about the whole situation.
Fortunately, I have an incredibly outpouring supports from my friends in this difficult time. I think incredible is an understatement. They kept me busy with things all week to make my mind off things. I don't know what I would've become without them.