breakups
When it comes to breakups, pain is inevitable, but Humans thinks that suffering is optional.
Making it Up...
I pretty much knew all my life that I would be a writer. I had my first nationally published poem when I was 14 years old in 1974. Trust me, it was awful, but someone saw something in it. I still have the book around here somewhere… It makes me cringe to read it now. It is out there, but I will never post it publicly.
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior5 years ago in Humans
Baby, I Get So Weak in the November Rain
I'd remember the title of "our song" even if it weren't written in the half-page love letter my high school boyfriend inscribed in my Sophomore yearbook. He'd graduated that year- 1994 -and unlike our less fortunate civilian teen counterparts, not only did we have to contend with graduation and uncertain matriculation- my family was moving back to the states. His was not.
By Christa Leigh5 years ago in Humans
How To Lose the Love of Your Life
I had my first boyfriend at 42. Prior to that I had only attracted men who were emotionally unavailable, and I had thrown myself at them until I had become so broken by their rejection that I thought something must be fundamentally wrong with me. And there was.
By Alyssa Curtayne5 years ago in Humans
vacant.
It's been a week since she was here, soaked from the storm raging outside, worn from the one raging within her. She whined about the rain and the car, and of how long it took to find parking. She cried about the finale of her favorite show and ate the last of my cereal from the cupboard.
By amy stewart5 years ago in Humans
Feel like broken in love?? Here's a thing to get through this
Hears, flowers, photos of the perfect couple, a gazillion love declaration popping up from your phone screen; Valentine's Day can feel like a romantic celebration, a marketing opportunity, or if you are in a newly broken camp, a punch in the stomach.
By prashant sapkota5 years ago in Humans
Why I don't manifest anymore
I was 18 when I had my first heartbreak. The most antagonizing component of having someone dump you was the feeling of being completely powerless. Why did this happen? Would he come back? Would someone else come? When? I found myself looking for answers and I was incredibly impatient.
By Marlena Anna5 years ago in Humans
HOURS IN HELL
Hell... A place I was stuck still for days. Days that turned into months. Most of my friends and family probably didn't understand what I was going through. They just shrugged me off and did not take me seriously when I tried to explain. But I don't blame them. I mean, they were not the ones walking in my shoes.
By Rinah Githaiga5 years ago in Humans
To the Ex whom I Christened with his Own Beer.
I was sat alone in that hostel when I met you. I felt alone, in fact I was alone and I had been that way for months. I had escaped my hometown tormented by the abuse I had been through, and hurting because those children I loved were living miles away from me because of what had happened to us. I met you in a nightclub where I danced the whole night away for the first time in months. I wasn't the best looking chick in the world, because I wasn't well at that time. I was scrawny, dressed in clothes that barely fit me, and spotty, and I felt worthless because I had noone. You were watching me dance, and you smiled at me. You had a very sunny smile, lovely eyes and you were wearing Calvin Klien jeans. I wished I could buy clothes like that, but my life had been ruined.
By Carol Ann Townend5 years ago in Humans
This Is Why I’m Letting You Go
I think somewhere deep inside of me, I knew that we were always destined to be doomed. There were too many variables that were against us for it to work out. We were too insecure. Too afraid. Too filled with self-doubt to know if we were going to be able to make this work. While I fell in love with you so fast it made my head spin, you were always one step back trying to get away from me.
By Alexandria Brown5 years ago in Humans
