It starts off with me having no feelings whatsoever for my boyfriend anymore. It should be easy, right? Break up with him, he’ll be fine.

No, he won’t.

First of all, he’s extremely depressed. He constantly talks about how he couldn’t live without me and a couple of his friends. I have told him before that maybe he needs to see someone – he’s told me he’s suicidal. He won’t see anyone. I know I need to tell someone, but who the hell can I tell? His dad doesn’t listen and he won’t take himself.

Another thing:

One day recently, I was off on a vacation, doing stuff with my family, and the whole time, I couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that I didn’t have any feelings for him anymore and I was thinking about how when I get back that I will break up with him. But, while I think about how I’ll break it to him, I get a text.

Let me repeat this, a TEXT… saying that his mom died. Out of nowhere. It was pretty weird, I didn’t even believe him at first – I thought a couple of his friends stole his phone and tried to prank me. So, I’ll put it plainly – I didn’t believe him. And I feel really, REALLY, bad for not believing him. I was the first person he went to about it, and I didn’t believe him. But did he have to text me about it? I feel bad saying that, but why would you break it to your girlfriend that your mom’s dead over text? Why would you break it to anyone that your mom’s dead over text?

Now it really s**** for him. Everything. He’s constantly even worse than he was before. But the thing is, he hints. He hints towards it so that he gets some attention with it – which, I don’t blame him. I would want a little – okay, a lot – of loving if my mom died. But he hints it towards everyone – even people who have no idea what’s going on, just dragging everyone he can into his sadness. I’m constantly being brought down with him, and I had wanted to break up with him half a year before the incident.

And I can’t break up with him. I know he needs someone, and I would help him if it wasn’t so bad for me. My life was perfect, and now I’ve gotten myself into a horrible, horrible dilemma. My boyfriend could go as far as committing suicide if I break up with him, which I’ve wanted to do for a long time, and I can’t even get him to see someone. It’s been weighing me down for so long. I haven’t told a living soul that I don’t have feelings for him anymore.