I get a sense of twisted satisfaction from watching breakups happen, and I want as many details as possible. I feel somehow vindicated watching the connection between two people get severed. Maybe I am living vicariously through the person with more power and getting a contact high from them? Maybe I am desensitizing myself from the fear of abandonment without actually being vulnerable myself? 

I try to show empathy on the outside and act sad/supportive, but really I’m getting fulfillment from seeing two people ripped apart from one another...