"Breaking up" sounds too positive. There's really nothing positive about it or at least anything visible when you're in the thick of it. After spending three years of your life with someone that you thought of as a potential spouse, breaking up is basically tearing your whole life apart and stomping on it. Until everything you know and are comfortable with is shattered. And at this point I'm talking irreparable. Hopeless.
Now throw an upcoming birthday, Christmas, New Year's, and what would've been your anniversary into the mess. I am certainly not moving up. At all. I'm breaking down. Spiraling like a bird shot out of the sky. Yep, that's me.