I want to tell him this:
Get over yourself. Get your head out of your a**. You were too cowardly to tell me how you were feeling and waited until it felt like a crisis for you. One night, I ask if we are okay and then everything came pouring out. You cried. You cried a lot. And you made this whole situation about you ... how badly you've hurt me, how badly you hurt your ex in the past, how you are broken, messed up, confused, and sad and that you hate yourself for it. Have a nice time at your pity party. Then you block me from facebook and tell me that you don't want me to see anything disrepectful posted. Immature and disrespectful in itself. Who are you? And where is the guy I fell in love with? I think you feel safe hiding in this dark place.
You've hurt me but you haven't broken me.