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A Healthy Relationship
I have always been as girl to search out love. I'm most happiest when I am able to love and be loved. However, besides the few guys who weren't total assholes, I have attracted more than my share of the abusive, narcissistic types. Looking back, I realized I had never been in a healthy relationship. Whether it was because I was unhealthy or my partner was, it didn't matter the results were the same.
By Tara Brown8 years ago in Humans
Compersion
We were just kids back then. Me at nineteen and he was 20, I was four months pregnant but no one could tell in my tight fitting strapless wedding dress that cost a mere 200 dollars for at a local bridal store. The wedding was small and inexpensive. We paid for the wedding for the most part ourselves since neither sets of parents had money. The groom's mother paid for my dress and my parents paid for the flowers. We got married in his mother's church his side of the chapel was full and my side had some. We had a modest reception and a church my father had gone to growing up and we spent the night at a hotel that was lovingly paid for by his sister.
By Netta Jamieson8 years ago in Humans
Hooks
I walked out with my feet throbbing and my head banging from the music that surrounded each and every person. The lights made contact with my eyes almost instantly, and wincing as inevitable. Imagine waking up after a long surgery, and the light shines straight in your eyes. That was the feeling. My suede heels guided me through the hall towards the open door. I looked around at the timeless photos of parties of years before, weddings, anniversaries, and the occasional class reunion. As each photo got older, I could feel the rush of air blasting me from the winter weather outside. The bite of jack frost felt good as the sweat from dancing seemed to dry. My bandage dress was no match for the ice box feeling of the outdoors, but I wasn't trying to fight it. I made my way to the opening of the venue, and in front of me stood two dark oak doors that seemed like they weighed a million pounds. The designs of each door screamed "ancient" and "classical", something out of the manors of Downton Abbey. As I walked through these wooden behemoths, the chilliness seeped right into my body, the hot breath making little clouds out of my nose and mouth. The doors led right out onto stairs that showed me to a little path, surrounded by the snow and leaves that signify the transition of fall into a cold winter. It was calming, standing under the stars and breathing in the thin air that stung as it was inhaled. In that moment, I remembered why I had come out here in the first place. To run away from the person I could never have. Have you ever wanted something so bad, and known you could never have it? It makes you want the item all the more. Just like the one cookie before dinner or getting into your dream school when they want a 4.0 and you have a 3.0. That was this feeling. In that party there was a person who instantly filled my head, something about them drew me to them, and it wasn't something I could control. The way they strayed away from the crowd and I dove right into it. The way that I had to look up at them to get a real detailed look at their face. Even with my heels I had to take a step back and admire it. Then after, I remembered why I couldn't have them, and why I shouldn't want them. The hurt they caused me, and how they tried to catch the fish, caught it, and let it go before taking the hook out. I turned around and looked back at the building, the multi-color lights shining through the aged windows. The ground seemed to bounce along with the music. My eyes made my way to the Downton Abbey doors, and in the doorway stood a figure I didn't think I'd see. I stood back onto the snow in my heels as the figure made their way out as well. Crossing over to the opposite side of the entrance, they stepped onto the brick path and onto a cleared off bench. The figure sat down and took a deep breath, the big cloud of breath that formed in the air proved it. I slowly stepped back onto the path avoiding the lone sticks around my feet for fear of stepping on one and gaining attention from the loud crack. My feet made their way to the entrance without a glance from the figure. As I stepped onto the first step, I seemed to forget that high heels were possibly the loudest inventions in women footwear. The figure glanced over my way and realized they had company.
By Samantha Cabbil8 years ago in Humans
Literal Heartache
Dating is always somewhat difficult. It isn't easy, trying to navigate how your life can fit in with someone else's. There's a lot of factors that go into it: whether or not you can trust the other person, if your personalities mesh well, if you guys have a similar idea of what you want out of life, the list goes on. It takes two people taking time and energy to figure each other out, to get to know one another.
By Beth Elrod8 years ago in Humans
Falling, then Being Broken, by Love
I’m gonna make this as sweet as I can. Even though my tale isn’t sweet at all. I met him at work, I won’t use names because even his name haunts me. We always shared glances at each other, then somehow exchanged Snapchats and it went from there.
By Megan Rask8 years ago in Humans
Why I Don't Text Old Friends
Not talking to my friends has had some tremendous upsides in these past 2 years and I write that with the loftiest tone I can muster. Of course, there are days I want to hear the collective "HEY!" when I walk up a casual hangout spot's bar, but that's only once every six months and the feeling is fleeting. I'm a creative type and I spend more time in my own head than anywhere else on the planet. Losing contact with friends is honestly one of the best things that has ever happened to me. Let me further explain:
By True Danyelle8 years ago in Humans
Love and Loss
Love and loss go hand-in-hand. Even ask the Earth, for she has fallen in love with the moon, yet never gets to be remotely close to him. She watches him as he awakens to take over the sky, while she waits for dawn to peek through. Life and Death have been in love for as long as the world has been intact. Life sacrifices so much for Death. Everything in her possession is handed over to Death at some point, and she has no say in when they’re to be given up. But he cherishes her bearings, keeping every single last one of the lives she’s given him. Life and Death however, will never truly be one.
By Lyza Giroux8 years ago in Humans
Paul Joseph Watson Asks, "Are You a Young Man Who Has Given Up on Women and Why?"
I am a young man who recently turned 24 (in October of this year). I enjoy a lot of the same things that other guys do (video games, music, movies, comic books and so on). Throughout my life, society has perceived me as "eccentric" (and there have been others who simply thought I was on the autism spectrum somewhere). While I do share some symptoms with Aspies (mainly with how socially awkward I was as a teenager, my tendency to zone in a small group of interests and my occasional slowness to process information), I'd like to think that just because I have some commonalities with autistic people doesn't mean that I must be one myself.
By The Menacing Misfit8 years ago in Humans
