A little less than a month ago, my then-boyfriend broke up with me. It was pretty sudden, and we had just had a fun night at his date party two nights earlier, or at least I did.

We met through a mutual friend when she posted a video of me on her Snapchat story. He added me and said we were in the same government class, and we started talking from there. As you can see, social media playing a big role in our relationship was relevant from the beginning.

The conversation had been going well and we had begun to sit together in government class, and we went on our first date on Friday night. The next night was the homecoming football game, and I was a game-day date and sat with him and his fraternity. He asked to take a picture and we both posted it; we were Instagram-official before we were even official-official.

We eventually did decide to become boyfriend and girlfriend, but we did not post of each other too much on social media. We had the best kind of balance in the beginning, and the people we really cared about knew we were together, so we did not feel pressure to post about it constantly. Also, at this point, we usually texted about when to meet up.

Everything was going really well until MLK weekend and onward. He would get into these weird moods late at night and try to have serious conversations over Snapchat. It would be anything from his insecurities to wondering if he should be in a relationship at all. Every time, I would shut down the conversation, because these are serious topics that needed to be discussed in person.

So we would hang out, and he acted like everything was fine, and never brought up the conversation that cost me sleep the night before. This happened multiple times.

Flash forward to the night after the date party. I had noticed him acting a little spaced-out all night and I was not sure why. Once I was back in my dorm, he Snapchats me saying "Katie, I'm upset", and all I can think is "here we go again, but I'm sure he's fine". He was not fine.

Long story short, he goes on this rant about our relationship and basically explodes with emotion.

Anyways, this boy first tries to start THIS conversation over Snapchat. Like c'mon, breaking up with me over Snapchat? That was low. I eventually had to physically make him have an actual conversation with me, and it ended in-person. It was still awful for the both of us, nevertheless.

So we broke up, and he blocks me from his Snapchat and Instagram stories, I think he was just panicking. He unblocks me two weeks later. I never blocked him because I was trying to be the bigger person.

No, I do not want him back, he is currently too immature and has a horrible handle on emotions to have a girlfriend right now (but that's a whole other story). Although, seeing posts from him, his friends that became mine, and his crazy fraternity brothers is not a great thing to see on my feed. Last night, he deleted the picture of us from the homecoming game, and I questioned my motive for still having the picture on my account.

I got some good advice from my roommate: this is what he feels like he has to do, this is how he thinks he has to cope, and we do not know what is going through his head right now.

But I am leaving the picture of us up as a reminder to know someone in person before social media. I am restricting myself in how much time I spend on these type of platforms, hopefully, it will help my healing.