Dave dump'd me.
He did.
What happened was, we were taking a leisurly stroll in the park, where i stepped on a frog, and severely injured it. Dave suggested I take it to the vets, but I wanted to put it out of it's misery. Dave flipped, as he is an animal rights activist. We were arguing for a while, when he got very stressed and slapped me, and I fell back and stood on the frog again, and killed it.
Dave ran off crying, thinking it was his fault, so i ran after him, almost getting hit by a car. I cought up to him, and tackled him, which forced him to a stop. He then got up, slapped me again and yelled "WE'RE THROUGH!"
I feel so sad!