breakups
When it comes to breakups, pain is inevitable, but Humans thinks that suffering is optional.
Philophobia
Although it doesn’t appear in medical dictionaries, philophobia is the term used to describe someone who is scared of being in or falling in love. It is a type of anticipatory anxiety, something in which can present itself before a situation and outcome has occurred. It is draining (trust me) and can last for months in the lead up to an event, in this case, love.
By Danielle Mills5 years ago in Humans
Betrayed
He kept thinking he could smoke the monster out. It was an impossible feat, but he kept trying. What was left there with him was some rage filled shell of a woman. Sometimes she wondered if she would spontaneously combust at how mad she became at him. She kept him hanging there in the balance, wanting to torture him as he did to her. Not entirely sure what to do with him. She wasn’t quite ready to let him go, but she also didn’t want to keep him past the time it would take to hurt him. It was her only consolation, now that he had betrayed her. I guess it had never been fully agreed upon that they would not betray the strange agreement they had come to, but to her mind it had been engraved in stone. The man had built a life without her, behind her back, and now he didn’t even have the courtesy to pretend that he wanted her to be a part of it. She knew exactly what she was to him… an addiction, a whore, a living doll, and nothing more. She gave up the hope that he would ever have any respect for her, or any woman for that matter. And so, the hot nights with the man down in the city were a silent fuck you to him. She began to go more often than not, and she no longer felt even a bit of remorse afterwards, in fact she felt better… exhilarated even. She began to look forward to her secret more and more as the days grew longer and longer. She decided that would be enough for revenge, for now, for her being in the arms of another man is the thing he most feared. He had bought and paid for her before she even knew she had agreed to such an arrangement, and she had lost any sense of herself, or normalcy, or any real stability a long time ago. She only stayed for the money. When was the best time for one to walk away from thousands of dollars? And easy dollars. But she never had thousands, did she? She had just enough for the water, or electric, or the restaurant, or new pair of shoes she wanted and maybe a little bit more. But he always kept her wanting. He had the means to make all her small dreams come true, but doing that would foster an independence he desperately tried to avoid. After all, where would he be if she didn’t need him? If she didn’t depend on him to live? And so he flashed his fortune in front of her and made promises he never intended to keep. And she flashed her prettiest smile and made promises she never intended to keep. What a pair they were. Both lying to themselves and each other, and secretly praying for love. But love had failed here. And all that was left was the hate. The burning. The want for revenge. But this wasn’t a movie or a song, and revenge was a silly, juvenile dream. And so she drank her wine, and she smoked her cigarette, and she made her plans for the next day. And he woke up and tried to smoke the monster out again. He wasn’t even sure why he did it, it was though he was under some spell. But he kept trying. What he couldn’t understand was that Alice was long gone, and the monster is the only thing that remained. If he succeeded in smoking her out, there would be no one left.
By Lolita Libra5 years ago in Humans
Shrimp & Wine
The lake was shrimp shaped—not like a cooked prawn on a shrimp ring. Like a like live one turned on its side, the various rivers on the Northern end serving as its legs and long antennae. Mason and I had been completing benthic biomonitoring surveys at Shrimp Lake, Ontario all week. Today I was going at it alone, having texted Mason my exact coordinates before touching the water.
By Kelsey Reich5 years ago in Humans
The Opossum Ring
I make up my mind after watching my mother in tears begging me to leave my fiance. I had never ever seen my mother cry like this before in my 22 years on this planet. He moved out of my house under my nose, but neglected to bring his things with him, so I make a plan to dump his belongings off and write a goodbye letter and block him. Cleanest break.
By Emily Catherine Schamel5 years ago in Humans
On Life
I am often left in the same place. The place where darkness resides and everything seems hopeless because there is no way out. Except there always is a way out, I’m just so blinded by the pain and consumed in the feeling that the escape is unobtainable to me. It’s as though I want this.
By Katelyn McCarty5 years ago in Humans
Merlot Memories
Swish Swish Swish. She watched the red liquid swirl around the glass, getting dangerously close to the top, a drop actually spilling out. She watched the drop land on the hardwood floors, lightly bouncing up in several tinier droplets, only to end in a solo puddle. It was one of the things that can fall apart but end up whole in the end, a feat she wasn’t certain of for herself.
By Trinity Murchie5 years ago in Humans
The Demon - My first love
Warning: This might have content that may offend some readers. Discretion advised. We have all been abused at some point of our lives and it can be really sad if you don't know different types of or only one type of abuse. I will tell you what it means to go through it. I was in a very emotionally abusive relationship and it had lead me into some kind of psychosis.
By TheJuZShoW5 years ago in Humans
"How My Marriage Crashed Because I Didn't Want to Sleep In A Grave" - Nigerian Woman Cries Out.
My people, strange things are happening! Everyday more and more bizarre stories pop up and you know that it’s my responsibility to find these outrageous, head scratching stories and bring them to you.
By Jide Okonjo5 years ago in Humans
