James, same year, different date and somewhat different circumstances. I had broken up with her, only because I realized the necessity of the situation.
She had made 2 comments that stood out during our relationship for which she desperately needed to be called on the carpet. Plus, her mother was trying to get way too far into my business.
I didn't go so far as you did to see her, because I saw her almost every day because of our jobs.
Breaking up with her was like committing Seppuku and I knew the pain in my gut would last for a few months. But that empty feeling was going to have to be, as it was well worth the trade off of dealing with her lunatic mother for the next 30 plus years (think of the Mom in Carrie, only a fringe Christian). Her mother was so crazy that she told me that my grandfather, who had been the first president of our Catholic Church, served in WWII, was most certainly in hell because of his Catholic Faith.
The next few months I went on a rampage of hook ups and I honestly felt like Patrick Bateman. I simply wasn't there.