I had met M in Oct. of 2009 and we did not start to date until Dec. 30th of 2009. I felt that I had met the man of my dreams. He was kind, considerate and loving. I felt that I could talk to him about anything. He made me happy. In June of 2010, we went on a trip to Chicago and it was wonderful. Three months later, he proposed to me and we moved in together. We had our ups and downs as nay couple would moving in and living together and we were happy, or so I thought, for a year.His mother got sick and was diagnosed with diabetes 3 weeks before our wedding. He wanted me to postpone our wedding the week of until his mother got better. I told him you could not do something like that and that we should go through get married and then deal with everything after. Our wedding was scheduled to take place on Oct. 22, 2011. The day before, our wedding rehearsal, he called me up and told me over the phone, he could not marry me. My life went into a tail spin. If it was not for the love and the help of my friends and family, I would be lost. Since he called it off, I moved out of our apartment and he has turned into someone I do not know. He has made me feel like I am the worst person on this earth and me to feel as if I am the one to blame for everything. When I moved out Ib took the couch, which was mine but he made such a deal about it, threating to call the cops on my friends and family, that I was taken aback that he would do something like this. I thought I loved this man.
Break-Up Phase: (what's this?)