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Most recently published stories in Humans.
Love Is to Feel Free
I recently got out of an extremely volatile, toxic, unhealthy relationship with my ex-boyfriend of ten months. Throughout this relationship, I was controlled without realising I was being controlled such as one situation whereby I posted a photograph of myself on social media—in this case, Snapchat, wearing shorts and a t-shirt as the weather was gorgeous outside, and he almost bullied me into taking it down by calling me misogynistic and detrimental names such as slag or slut, and generally bring me down for photographs of myself by calling me hurtful names and this occurred on several occasions, bringing me to my next point of also being ridiculed, taunted, belittled, and degraded within the duration of my relationship in which he would tell me no other boy would want to be with me, find me remotely attractive in any way, tell me only certain types of boys would go for me and just to use me, he would tell me I was too skinny as I am of slim build and would use this against me by calling me 'anorexic' etc., say I looked disgusting without any makeup on, convince me that I really was unattractive by lying to me and telling me his friends thought the exact same thing as he did, and he would just generally verbally abuse me in this way until I found it difficult to look in the mirror without hating what I saw.
By anonymous .8 years ago in Humans
My Love Story (Part 1)
When I was a sophomore in high school in my biology class, I had a lab partner, let’s call him “J”. J was new to my school and he was really quiet. He never talked to anyone that I knew. I tried to get to know him and he told me about the school that he came from. After we had changed lab partners, I never spoke to him again. We had classes and we never got placed next to each other in other classes. I never made direct contact with him again. Junior year we had algebra class together but I sat in the back and he was in the front. I remember wanting to talk to him again, but I was too scared for some reason.
By Ameenah M.8 years ago in Humans
Home
For the first 19 years of my life, I thought all I wanted in life was some adventure and some fame, or at least some recognition. For as long as I can remember, my biggest fear was being bored in life. As a kid living in a midwestern suburb, I would sit out on my family’s front porch swing and think about all of the places I could go when I got older. I spent hours each day writing different storylines for myself. Sometime I would go on adventures in London, sometimes in California, and sometimes on some island out in the Pacific. In my childhood imagination, I always went on these adventures alone. It never occurred to my young mind that anything I imagined doing would be more fun with a companion.
By Rebecca Davis8 years ago in Humans
'Hey, You're Gay!'
Do you know how much easier life for me would have been if someone had sat me down when I was young and just said, “Hey, you’re going to grow up to be gay, and this is how you’re going to feel about it?" Years of repression and anger, self-loathing, and fear of being kicked out of the house—all of it would have been for nothing because everyone would have realized what was going to happen even before I did. Adolescence and going through four years of high school would have been easier on me mentally, I’m positive of that.
By Kai Sparks8 years ago in Humans
Fast, Loud, and in Love
Even amidst all the laughter and champagne, I was terribly bored. Sighing, I set down my glass on the window sill staring out into the warm summer night. It was my eighteenth birthday, but as usual, my parents were using it as an excuse to show off their money to the entire town. Of course they said it was my party but in all honesty, not a single person here knew that Catherine and Harold Sawyer even had a daughter, let alone that it was her birthday. The truth is, sometimes they didn't even remember.
By Emma Ewing8 years ago in Humans
Long Distance Love
Considering online dating is big these days, I thought this post would be helpful. One of the hardest things a person has to go through is a long distance relationship. I would know because I am in one. My fiance and I have been dating for four years now (engaged since Christmas 2017). In February 2018, he got called out to work three hours away from me. I was devastated knowing that he would be leaving and I could not go with him. Seeing him leave was one of the hardest things I ever had to do. It is not easy but here are a few things that I do to make this better.
By Haley Talbot8 years ago in Humans
The Beginning: One Young Love Story
The first time we met was at a party, his face on the bathroom floor next to the toilet. I had seen him through the halls at school and heard his name float from girls' mouths. He was cute; a hockey player with a foreign swagger and long dark hair. Natively Finnish, his accent made us swoon. I had just made the 45 minute drive from work to go to this party, excited and knowing he was going to be there.
By A. C. Clementine 8 years ago in Humans
Never Meow on the First Date. Top Story - June 2018.
A few months back, I was using online dating apps like Tinder and Bumble. Seemed simple enough. It felt like a game, to be honest. A strange game of filtering through shirtless gym selfies, “nice guys,” and the “My-friends-made-me-this-profile” guys. And after a few matches and conversations, perhaps there would be a phone number exchange, or maybe even a date. Now, in my case, I found the dates to go in one of three ways:
By Rowan Flores8 years ago in Humans
Put Me First
So, today was an alright day. Yesterday, I got stood up by a guy whom I love. As a result, today was kind of hard. I've noticed that every time I love a guy, I always get hurt. Only, when I get hurt it makes a whole whirlwind for me. My mind goes into this depressive state. Who else has been there?
By Dionna Foster8 years ago in Humans
