Broke up with a close friend who saw himself as something more. It was a really destructive two weeks of him being in denial and demanding to know what the fuck was wrong with me and how he hadn't been sleeping for days because of it. Eventually he took the hint and we never talked to each other again.

That's not to say I was totally blameless either. I could've been a lot more graceful in the way I told him that I wanted to end things; as it was I panicked and basically shared my feelings in their most blunt direct way possible.

I didn't feel gleeful about it though... mostly just relieved and, above all else, free.