Summary:

• the fights are more frequent and unmotivated
• sex sucks
• He starts to cheat you anything about what he thinks or feels the other
• literally can not think of a single word to say
• stop talking about the future
• when it happens to you a beautiful thing, it is not the first person to whom you say it
• hug or have physical contact makes you cringe in the deep
• fantasize about a life alone or with anyone, literally anyone
• You are not interested in making peace after arguing
• betrayal
• you end up doing almost romantic experiences with friends for not rovinartele
• basically you have been together just because you have another eight months to pay rent on
• the end: vacillate between horrible silences and "we need to talk"

To our great fortune, the first contact with the idea of "broken heart" we should all have had him in adolescence.
From many points of view, you step on the heart is easier in that period of life in which it is acceptable to cry while you write your diary, because a) so prepare to make my heart break as an adult and b) it is less likely that you decide to react to the end of the story by subscribing to a course of crossfit.
There is a difference, however, between these shots to the heart "sudden" and those, slowly consumed, which live from twenty years until the day you die.
There are situations that would have the emotional intelligence to deal with the medium; They are cracking adults-breakage occurring now when the blazing flames of the beginning of the story are a pile of spent coals; when you've lived so much shoulder to shoulder with another person that you are now only furniture in the other's life, certainly not sources of joy.
Even now, as you read this article, maybe you're thinking, 'No, never happened, I do not know what you talk about,' and in this case or are the incarnation of Christian ideology and you'll end up marrying the boy you kissed in elementary school, or are you the eye, because it is only a matter of time.
The road leading to the real break is long and lonely, full of unpleasant events.
If you find yourself in any of these situations, it may be time to begin to prepare for the death of your relationship.
Of course there are exceptions: those couples with dead-straight back, without a wrinkle in the forehead, that "they have never had a fight," and that when you meet them-at a wedding or a picnic, or to the party that your mother has arranged for Christmas , with his hands clasped and strangely similar faces-they send you out of your mind without you knowing exactly why, as if to keep alive their love foresaw continual animal sacrifices.
I keep complaining that earn little but you buy mountains of stuff! ")
and two people arguing for nothing ( "WHY HAVE ORDERED FROM THAT CHINESE THAT YOU KNOW THAT SUCKS.
ABOUT SHIT LOAD THE DISHWASHER IN THIS WAY.
WHY USE MY ACCOUNT TO WATCH THIS SHIT OF TELEFILM AND I bust ALGORITHM OF NETFLIX ") RECOMMENDED.
With increasing frequency, these altercations arise for the way in which the other drinks from the bottle, ride or use a fairly trivial word in the wrong context several times, and then, ah, yes, the end.
When you realize that you came thinking the whole time that it was another person, it is already too late.
But not in the sense "the attraction is lost but now that we have transcended the body we love each other more deeply," as in "unknown object that it does not make you any impression."
You'll notice to be more and more detached from the physical, also you put in place a ban on kissing like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman, because the most basic gesture of affection to you is offensive.
The only acceptable thing is the contact between the genitals.
Much better positions where you do not have to face each other.
Oral sex is fine, just do not you dare look.
Fortunately sex often do it at night, so you can pass the time staring at the wall, thinking about what it all means.
The sex-free the only joy that is given you in this life of shit-that goes wrong is the first sign that everything is going to hell, and since it is the more visceral impulse-physically, mentally, emotionally-you can not limit yourself to ignore it and hope it all away!
BEGINS TO NOT cheat you NOTHING OF WHAT THINK OR FEEL THE OTHER
fun experiment: try to display the stories that follow.
1) Imagine your half of a window, the wood floor creaks under his feet, the whitish light beams coming from the glass, outside is a sunny warm day, but around him / her to the powder spectrum.
The / Le've just sent another message that uses words like "slut" or "shithead", and he / she cries.
You were you who make you feel so that person.
His face reddened as it looks orange.
He crossed the limit-any illusion of dignity has been abandoned, crying uncontrollably-and no longer hides his pain, crying with his nose in the shirt, tears still hanging in the jaw, sobbing, the impregnated room briny smell.
Do you know the noise, no ?, know well the noise it makes a vehicle so heavy amid the quiet of Sunday.
Can you hear the voices of children playing somewhere, far away, with a red ball.
Your half-lies dead, his face swollen, in the street, with a trickle of blood coming out of his mouth, legs and arms broken lines.
Closer to the face that once, whispered "I love you."
The work was quiet, so you're out early-you returned home on foot, because it was such a beautiful day, you walked with music in your ears, for an hour you have been blessed, you have not even looked at the phone, you just ripped a few leaves from the hedges.
And here at home, a bit 'sweaty from the walk, maybe you need a shower, then go to the top-but wait, what's that noise floor?
Make broke into your room: your other half is having sex with another person.
And not that terrible sex that you two, with the lights out, no oral sex, but it is not finished yet? -No.
Sex true, with the fingers of feet entwined.
There are flavored lubricant cans everywhere.
The person with whom your partner has sex has a perfect body.
At the exact moment you step onto your partner you are stroking the belly with a pink feather.
LITERALLY CAN NOT THINK OF A SINGLE WORD TO TELL
You know what a sad brunch?
It's like the British call a sad brunch.
It may seem like an impossibility-the brunch you really like, have your favorite meal of the week-but then you look up and across the table is the person you think you love and nothing.
"But so-" you say, taking the salt and shaking enough to shake up the crystals inside, but not enough to bring down the halls, "So ... what your mother said?"
But you do not know what you are referring to and I even climb a bit 'on the glasses, "What did the other day, by your mother on the phone.
and the other says, "Oh" and "Yes, yes" and then there's a pause, and one of them throws out everything that has breath in his body, with a sound reminiscent of the wind whistling in the vacuum that it is created in the space where once you had a heart, and your partner says, "Oh, nothing, nothing, talking dog."
And then remain silent for five minutes until they get the food, and then you say, "Oh, finally."
The food saves you, and only when the bill comes you realize that you never even thought of instagrammarlo.
When the brunch is a sad moment, you know that it's over.
Avoid what the British call it sad brunch.
Should STOP TALKING ABOUT FUTURE
Have you booked a holiday together, idiots, and now looms over your future as the first anniversary of the death of his grandfather.
You begin to do the sorting of single friend who could replace your partner, when the time comes; because you're not going to lose the down payment saved penny by penny in salary by deleting everything.
It's too bad ... wait six months until the holidays in Greece, to close?
If you have not booked yet, neither of them will pull more out of the discussion because, for better or for worse, they were speaking then you would be obliged to spend two weeks together, under the patina of sunscreen, and this may give the illusion that things are back to normal-it's hard to stay mad at each other when you're on vacation, with a drink in hand, and it is almost time for the sunset over the sea.
But little by little, the holiday will not be enough, and you'll end up fighting over two hours, at first because you do not know where you put your sunglasses, but in the end you find yourself yelling and slamming the door of the room, take a walk which it takes 45 minutes and end up having to ask at reception the spare key to get back in the room.
On the return flight, you're dumb.
So the advice is: Do not even try to talk about going away together, you may end up breaking the delicate cracked cup of your relationship.
HAPPENS WHEN YOU A BEAUTIFUL THING, IT'S NOT THE FIRST PERSON TO WHOM THE SAY
A service is included in the report it is that there is someone obliged to pick up the phone when you're all excited because you have proposed a salary increase, your sister is getting married or you've just seen a beautiful pug street, because, let's face it: nobody likes you enough to sucarsi this talk.
In short you find yourself sending messages to anyone-a friend, your mother (with whom you have a horrible relationship), that person pretty enough with which you have a platonic love in the office-when it happens to you something important.
See, what you do is prepare for life after the break, when the person who loves you and hates you most in the world will be you.
Embrace OR HAVE A PHYSICAL CONTACT makes you cringe IN THE DEEP
Do you remember that time when you came home and you saw him in the kitchen in tears-the sick aunt, something like that; you've got it right; eight nights they do anything not to stay at home-and you've heard that little sweetness snap you felt towards him and hugged you, something that you seemed a natural time but not now, and your partner pulls out nose 'inside your shoulder and you hold tight and for a second you think, I'm embracing a polpettadi tears.
"Geez," sighs, daydreaming a lazy Sunday all to yourself in the morning, a morning when going to run as continue to swear that you will do, go have a drink, meet friends you have not seen for ages because the person you live says not to bear them.
Or you go and live in New York for a while '.
Cooking for yourself, with no diet "I only like the pasta with meat sauce, omelettes and roast chicken" that you set.
You could fill the house with flowers.
You could try to look at Twin Peaks, which together do not you liked it.
Buy a turntable and music fill the house and your life, without the need for that shit mixtape Soundcloud.
DO NOT WANT TO MAKE PEACE after arguing
Before did you forgive crawling, crying, buying flowers and launching yourself in marathons oral sex while you today this fact limits, "Okay, I'm sorry," and go on to look at that series does not shit before the other will bust of the new algorithm.
Obviously, among the signs that a relationship is dying, betrayal with a capital T is a meter that good things are not going as they should.
If you quit, you get drunk and go to bed with someone else, well, 'it is pretty tough going.
But even the small betrayals count, and are more insidious, because you do not realize what you're doing: you send messages to your fellow cute, you have begun to follow your ex on Instagram, scatter like on Facebook.
Technically you have not done anything wrong, but something has been undermined in your conscience betray you, no, if I wanted to?
The engine starts and the lights come on.
You just have to press on the accelerator and ruin your life.
FINISH TO DO ALMOST ROMANTIC EXPERIENCE WITH FRIENDS FOR NON ROVINARTELE
During a silent walk, you find yourself in front of the new restaurant that opened close to home.
A time-in its heyday, when you could not go a day without each other, without her sweet face-would have continued the phrase, "We go on Friday?"
Maybe you do even now, only to throw it there, knowing that we will never go as long as six weeks after you have not already gone there and finish you alone after a few beers with friends.
The chicken, communicated when we got home, it was "OK," so established that it is not worth going there together.
Think about it this way: go to dinner with your partner, now, will only give birth to a new chapter in the encyclopedia of the evenings that you will never think anymore.
AFTER ALL ARE TOGETHER JUST BECAUSE YOU HAVE OTHER EIGHT MONTHS OF RENT PAYABLE SHARED
Look, okay, I understand, because we all live in the shadow of threatening our hosts, and we are afraid to send them an email without our DC partners to ask what could be the imposition of fees in case the unlikely event when, perhaps, he wanted to terminate the contract a bit 'before, if necessary, if it was absolutely necessary to say.
But that's not enough reason to stay together.
Moving in together is a big step is the step of the way between "dating" and "married."
But if it goes wrong, of all trips to IKEA and all the time spent taking care of the aloe plant will not stay more than a corner of the sofa that appeals to both, and two completely opposing morning routine but where you can not look at you in the face for even a second.
While your partner back later and later from work and it seems to be always on his cell phone, you count down the days-are still eight salaries!
But really, if you fear to return the keys and pay the penalty it is the only thing holding you dall'andartene better finish it right away *.
* Unless it's not a really good holiday.
THE END: vacillate BETWEEN SILENCE AND HORRIBLE "WE NEED TO TALK"
If with the mind's eye can see your loved one asks you to love it and you do not give a shit, you're so much from the message with the final blow.
At this point in your conversation with psychopathy rather you do a Jehovah's Witness drunk reply to a message from him.
Why do you feel trapped in a conversation that you do not care, like when your friend at the bar goes to the bathroom and stay with someone who you just met.
Nothing in common, nothing to say, no need to pretend closeness, only silence as thick as a wall.
When he finally spoken is the famous scene from "we need to talk" during which the beginning you say yes, you will make an effort.
... And remember: It's been two years, with the report after going to happen all over again from scratch!

From Vice