Salvaging one's dignity in the midst of a painful breakup
I broke up with my boyfriend in the recent past. We fought too much, no good. One day I said 'enough' and called it a day. We had a little bit of contact. He seemed to be turning his life around which led me to suggest we work on our problems and get our relationship back on track (yes, yes I know it was stupid! ).
He said he did not want to reconcile, which turned me into a blubbering mess (talk about turn the tables right back at me). Then he wanted one last hurrah (sex) which I FLATLY refused. Then he wanted to say friends, for which I politely declined, I told him I would find it way too painful at this time - especially if he started to see someone else.
He still contacted me, and gave me mixed messages which confused me. I asked him to make it clear whether he wants me or not, he said no.
He caught me while I was crying my eyes out and witnessed what a heartbroken mess I was, that was unfortunate for me because I had played it cool until this day. At that moment, I realised to my horror the man who once adored me pitied me, though I resisted begging and pleading, tears speak for themselves.
He contacted me again, and I politely reminded him that I don't want to be friends. He then apologised and said he wouldn't contact me again. That was three weeks ago.
I have lost the relationship, that is plain as day, nobody needs to reiterate that, and he probably doesn't miss me either. But did I lose my dignity as well? Can I at least take pride in the fact that some part of my dignity remains intact?