Well, I talked to my now ex boyfriend today.
He didn't break up with me because I'm trans. He broke up with me because (his exact words) "I don't love you. I don't think I ever did."
The way he described it to me was that to him, this was like a chess game. The way he plays chess is, he sets up all these little traps, and then waits for the opponent to make a mistake and be vulnerable. Then, he rips them to pieces.
Or in this case, he tries. I actually don't feel any sadness right now. I'm not sure if I'm still in shock or what. He thought I was angry when I talked to him, but I actually was completely calm through the entire thing. O.o
Right now the only thing I really feel, is relief. I told him what I have wanted to tell him for a really long time. If that's the moment he chose to break up with me, it was well planned, but he misunderstood me. I have known there was something going on with him ever since he got back. He told me it was just being stoned on his meds. (He's adhd but goes off his meds in the summer) I've kind of been psyching myself up for a break ever since I accepted myself. And I suppose a break does simplify things quite a bit, with transitioning and all.