My own brand of therapy (right...)

People do fucked up things in breakups. God knows I have. Lately too.

Is it just confusion? Loneliness? Selfishness? The inability to grow that makes us do these things? Probably. Is it therapeutic? Yes. Does it hurt people? Yes. Does it ever get better? Of course it does, in most cases at least.

I've been upset because I didn't know where my place was. In my exes life or in my own. And that can be a pretty terrible feeling. And a terrifying one, especially when you don't like the answer you know you're going to find. I recently deliberately antagonized my ex in a conversation about what happened with us. It bothered her to no end. I was fairly respectful, but I did get angry (which happens when someone hurts you, but that doesn't make it fair), and I tried to get her to unleash on me, to get angry back, to validate my own feelings and my place in her life.

By the end of it, we had an open discussion about how we both felt and it was glaringly apparent why things fell apart the way they did. And even though it probably bugged the hell out of her, it did wonders for me, and we ended on a positive note. I admit I was probably being more than a little childish, but that will happen. It gives me something to make up for later.

Anyone else out there have stories of painful breakups, ridiculous breakups, awkward or otherwise unusual circumstances around an ex. Why do things have to be so strange after the fact? What happens to two people who used to love each others company that makes it so difficult to be around each other any more? Revulsion? Regret? Embarrassment? You know how to post, so do it.