I am jack's raging bile duct

So Shaun sends me an msn asking if I hac shoot him the $40 I owe him and I say no problem. I asked him to bring me my fave pair of pants at his house as I haven't been there in ages. We arrange to meet up at Rogers, as I wanted to rent The life Aquatic again.
I pay for the movies, and as we're walking to the car so I can snag my pants he blurts out:
"This isn't working for me"
I tell him I can see this, as he looks So wound up and his voice is tight.
We walk in silence for a few moments.
"Is that all you're going to say?"I tell him I have no idea what to say to that. I am not good in emotional communication sessions, especially when they catch me so off guard. What do I say to this, what do I do - ? As far as I am concerned we haven't even seen eachother in however many days so as far as I know this is all in response to my letter asking for space.
And I think that I am entitled to that, given the circumstances.
So He asks me what i think.
And I tell him that I feel him putting me into this place is actually him being selfish.I took two hours to write him out a letter telling him why I was struggling, why I felt that us being together at the moment didn't seem to be condusive to my getting me out of my mental funk, that I loved him and hope he understood.
Clearly - he did not.
He went on to tell me that I treat him like shit, that he doesn't feel like a person when he's with me, and that he's got questions regarding my loyalty to him
What?!
Apparently it's not even him who thought of it first, but some third party.
I was totally thrown.
What the fuck is this all about - ?
I tell him that if he wants to make a decision based on other people's perception, then that's his perogative. Like I can control other people asking him if we're even still dating - ? And why is that such a big deal, anyways?
I tried to take time for myself to fix me, because I know that I'm really fucked up right now, and know that my behavior is not fair to him. So I tried to take myself out of the equation for a while until I can get back on track, and now I've been jack knifed.
He tells me that he wanted me to tell him how I wished that it would have worked out.
I'm so shell-shocked that I still haven't input this information into my head.
He tells me that I always turn things around and make him the bad guy, and that I don't appreciate him at all.
That every time he does something I am cutting him down.
We're standing on the side of the road and he's just feeding me all of this information, at a decible loud enough that everybody walking by can hear about how selfish I am.
I am jack's raging bile duct.
I guess it was upsetting him that I wasn't.... I don't know, crying and begging him to give me another chance? Agreeing? Telling him how sorry I am?
He says whatever, it's not even worth trying to talk about.
"I love you but I can't fucking stand you right now. Goodbye"
End scene, car drives away leaving me standing there in the fog.
he had actually packed up what seems to be everything I had at his house clothes-wise. So I'm standing there wondering what the fuck happened.
Put my headphones back in, continue listening to Tool - the band I have in constant rotation when I'm going through tough times.
And I walked home.

And here I am. I don't even know how to comprehend what just happened.
I don't feel like I did anything wrong. I thought that my decision to take time for myself was actually something that would have worked out for us better in the future, that once i had this sorted out I could deal with my feelings for Shaun and our relationship.
But I guess slamming the door shut was easier for him than letting me take the time I needed for myself.
Telling me that I treated him poorly, and voicing the disdain he felt about me."I guess this is the REAL Trina" he says.
Thats precisely why I was taking time away from him. That he see's fit to react like I have some second personality when I'm confused.
I have never misrepresented who I am. I am the first one to admit my faults, but that doesn't mean I can fix them by snapping my fingers, or make them go away. I fucking wish that I could.... it'd make my life a whole lot easier, but I can't.

I've been trying to make things better for myself. Find some peace of mind. And I'm an emotional girl. I haven't been deadling with all of the things in my life that are not going well with any sort of grace...but I didn't expect this