After weeks of him suffering both at home with his family and at home with me, I told him that we should break up. He said that every problem could be solved and that we should get through this together, but I was ignorant of his patience and really broke it off while selfishly asking to still be his friend. He hesitantly agreed and so from then on, we became friends. We of course did not spend time together like we used to but would still communicate with each other.
I was selfish and thought he would get over me easily just like most guys dated, but I was mistaken. When he was drunk, he texted me how hurt he was and that was when it hit me, I hurt him so much more than I did when we were still together, but what else can I do? It made me feel awful seeing him miserable at home with his father and being with me. Ending his pain with me was the best decision I could make to stop his suffering, at least is what I hoped for. Fortunately, in the long run it was the best decision I made, at least for the sake of his happiness.