It's inevitable. Every break up is painful. No matter how many bad fights you've had, no matter how long a time you've been actually been waiting for it to happen, it still stings. I think most of the time, it's not the being left alone, being left behind that hurts. It's the doubts, the unanswered questions, the asking when the lies must have started, when did the love fade, when did it start slipping away, and the loss of the confidence that cause greater pain. It's the unanswered question of "what the f*ck went wrong when I thought everything was going well" that makes us cry. Nobody (in his right mind) enters a relationship with the foresight or the expectation that it will crumble or end somehow. One enters a relationship with the expectation, the idea that it will be develop into a deeper one, it will last long, somehow. So when it happens, when what you fear finally arrives, when it ends, you start questioning yourself, the other person, the relationship, and everything that happened. Was the love even real? Were the happy moments really happy? You question yourself. You ask if there's anything wrong with yourself, could you…