Eight year relationship ending during the trial for my best friends murderer. Trial ran M-F and I was there every day for our friends and his family who are from out of state and don't know anyone. Tuesday night she gets pissy because I don't want to talk on the phone. Friday night after the verdict I apologize and tell her I just need a few more days to deal with it on my own and give her examples of what I've been dealing with. Like trying to keep people from breaking down or fighting in the courthouse when his killers family laughs at his mom and sister in the halls. Seeing pictures of his body. Chasing his sister out of the courthouse when the verdict of EIGHT YEARS for shooting my friend in the back of the head at 3am on a dirt road, stuffing him in her trunk, and taking him to a pig farm is read. Ending up between her and a cliff edge. Having something inside me just break when I get her to sit down and she starts screaming in anguish. Fucked up stuff. She tells me if I don't talk to her NOW we're over. We had talked about getting married when I can go back to Florida in another couple months. Fuck her. I haven't called her and I wont.