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Good thing I didn't tell her that I love her.

Well good thing I didn't tell her I love her yet...  

Well, it seems the universe has a cruel sense of humor. Just when I thought things were going smoothly, I got a phone call this morning that threw me for a loop. My girlfriend, the one I thought I was building a future with, broke up with me.

Her words, "I knew I shouldn't have reached out to you. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt you. You didn't do anything wrong," echoed in my mind. But what am I supposed to do with those words? They feel like a Band-Aid on a bullet wound.

It's not like she was blind to the fact that I'm busy. When we started dating, she knew I juggled four jobs and coached. I even asked her if it was going to be an issue, and she assured me it wouldn't. We made plans together, even talked about me selling my home and moving in with her. We talked about marriage. 

I was a week away from finalizing the sale of my home to my coworker. Now I have to explain that I can't sell my home. 

The worst part? This isn't the first time this has happened with her. The déjà vu of heartbreak is almost unbearable. I feel like I'm stuck in a bad rom-com, and I'm not sure how to write the next scene.

So, what do I do now? Do I wallow in self-pity? Do I try to win her back? Do I throw myself into work and pretend this isn't happening?

I honestly don't know. But what I do know is that I need to figure it out. And maybe, just maybe, sharing my story will help someone else going through the same thing feel a little less alone.

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