It's not really over until it's Facebook official.

In the age of social media, a relationship isn't over until your Facebook status is set to single; until you no longer have a link, right by your name to the one person that makes you feel whole.

This happened to me at approximately 8:30pm, a week ago last Saturday, when a much looked forward to Skype conversation turned sour and my boyfriend of nearly two years became no longer, with each of sat in the safety of our own rooms.  I'm not saying it was all his decision and that I tried my hardest to fight back. I feel that I've been fighting back for a long time and I just collapsed in shock and went along with the what seems now ridiculous process of logging into his Facebook account per his instruction to end our relationship and delete the status so no one else could comment on it (He couldn't do it because it won't let him edit his profile on his Ipad.)

The rest of the evening and the following day were spent in cycles of me crying and feeling numb, crying and feeling numb. I had to work on the Sunday morning and can honestly say I was fine and dandy until I was let on a break and went up to reception where my friend H was sitting and I just broke down. Things pretty much went downhill from there, 'Mummy, why is she crying in?' was a question I imagined I was hearing at least a couple of times.

Dinner in the evening didn't go down well. My Dad, who I assume has caught on during the past few years of exams that I am a stress eater, was frankly unimpressed when I turned down my dinner and wanted to go to bed. What a great time for a family argument.

I'm not for one minute thinking that I'm the first or the best person to write about their break ups, but I have found from my experiences over the past week or so that people seem to underestimate the heartbreak of those under the age of 18. (I'm 17 and in Upper 6th, he's 18 and at uni.)
 I think it's fair to say that my relationship was more adult and than many adults I know. I look back at myself when this started and I was 15 and I was a completely different person. I think growing up with someone, having your adolescent self moulded against someone else, almost makes it worse when your suddenly left alone, not really knowing who you are.