Breaking a relationship off wiith someone is never easy. Especially if the other person does not want the break-up to happen, this can make breakin up living hell.
My last break-up was hellish, but not as bad as having my wisdom teeth taken out, the doctor at least gave me drugs beforehand. I didn't get that option during break-up time.

Relationship History: Ex-Boyfriend, I will refer to him as Jackass, we worked together for about a year before he got the guts up to ask me out. It took another three months for him to ask for us to be a couple, and another four months for me to realize what a douche-bag I was dating.

The Break-Up
It was a beautiful day, I was in between meetings with the GSA (Gay-Straight Allience aka, GLBSQ). Jack called to ask if we could talk, he was really upset about the way our last date had ended. I had kicked him out of my bed, and then my house. I agreed, the meeting I was in broke for lunch and I went to meet Jack. It was a really long walk to the otherside of campus, or at least it was for me, but then again, I was taking my time. Not only had he insisted on seeing me at that moment, but he had interrupted an important planning meeting, and that is just not cool! I took my time getting there, he was already there waiting for me. I sat down on a bench, lit a cig (he hated smokers, so I quit while we were going out), and looked at him. I, at that moment had nothhing to say that he was going to like so I figured that I would let him speak, maybe he would say something intelligent and worthwhile that would make me change my mind. Well, unfortunately, he didn't, I don't even remember what the hell it was that he did say to me, it didn't change my mind though. So I stood up and told him that I did not think that we were going anywhere and that I really didn't want to go anywhere with him. He was not the person that I thought he was, and the person he was turning out to be was not attractive to me in the least. He just sat there as I continued, I was tired of pretending that I cared. His jaw actually dropped. But it was true, I found that I really did not care what he was doing, when he was doing it, or who he was with, where he was at, it stopped mattering to me. At that point I knew I had to utter the orrible words that would set him off. "I don't want to date you anymore. Period."
Man oh Man, he shoot off the bench and paced back and forth, I just lit another cig and watched him. He turned around and began spitting words out. "Bitch, you care for nothing besides yourself, your heart is as cold as your eyes, You just used me to get what you wanted, you have trust issues, we can work this out, just give us time."
"No, I don't want to work anything out, I am done, we are over." me.
him: "But why?"
I stood there looking at him, he seemed very small to me at that moment. "Why? Why?! What the hell do mean why?" I was flabbergasted, did I not just explain to him why?! Apparently not in the terms that he wanted to hear. "I don't like you." my reply.
"Why not?"
Bloody hell man, get it through. He wanted to be friends (better chance for reconciliation, right, he had a better chance in finding me in a church). He wanted us to at least talk, ( righto man, I don't like you get over it.) And then he started yelling at me.
I stood there, no expression, taking what he was dishing out. He no longer had any effect on me, he no longer mattered, not saying he was disposable, just saying that the person he was showing me at that moment, an angry. self-righteous, arrogant, verbally-abusive man, was not on my list of people who matter to me. This seemingly act of passiveness just enraged him further. I had distanced myself, looking at the scene he was creating, watching the characters play out their roles. Girlfriend, tall, sexy, and intelligent, looking at boyfriend who is throwing hands in air, speaking in a very loud voice, and trying to convience girlfriend that he is was she needs. Girlfriend's next line?
Walking away.
I did not cry, or yell, or get upset. I was distant, cold, and emotionless, what the hell do you expect from a Scropio?! Ha! hugs, tears and kisses? Get over it, are you dead, dying or bleeding because I broke up with you? Nope! So don't call me, don't come by the house, or the bars I frequent. i am done, and so should you.
So get over me, and get on with your life. And my feet carried me back to my meeting, and my mind took Jackass and put him in a dusty drawer in the far corner of my mind.