breakups

When it comes to breakups, pain is inevitable, but Humans thinks that suffering is optional.

The End
The wind blew through his hair as he stood on the edge of the building, looking down at the depths below. He couldn't believe he was about to do this. It was nuts, what could have led him to this path.
By Josh Mallernee5 years ago in Humans
My break up with Issa Rae
About a year ago I ended my 5 year long relationship with a man I loved. We tried every solution in the books but to no avail. I watched the toxicity grow, the stagnation intensify and the opportunities we both had flee away from us and so resorted to plan Z, breaking up. I still remember my first night alone, sitting on the edge of my bed trying to remember how to function without another human by my side. Suddenly the world felt so overwhelmingly big and I had no idea how I’d ever make it outside the safety of my four walls again. Being broken up with is hard but I soon learnt that breaking up with someone can be just as hard. I dealt with feelings of self doubt, regret and felt I couldn’t relate to anybody around me anymore.
By Dilara5 years ago in Humans
Love Is Blind..And Sometimes Super Freaking Toxic
At the ripe age of 14 I entered the hallways of my high school—shy, timid and naïve beyond belief. Though some called me overprotected, I just called it “sheltered.” Not in a sense that I was locked away in a tower awaiting Prince Charming’s true love kiss—but nonetheless, I knew NOTHING about the world around me and just how manipulative, scary and outrageously fun it could be. This was mostly because I was a massive rule-follower. I believed (and still tend to) that rules were made to be followed. That there is a specific design setup to protect people just like me from getting hurt.
By Katiah Scisum5 years ago in Humans
Relationship Rehab
After a heart wrenching break up or a series of challenging relationships, we often find ourselves becoming lost in the ugly mire of projecting negative thought patterns on the world around us and onto the being within us.
By Alessandra (Author of Soulphoria, A Provocative & Practical Approach to Spirituality)5 years ago in Humans
The Day I Walked Away
It was 5 in the morning. I arrived at London Heathrow, groggy after having slept poorly on a 13-hour flight. As I dragged my 25kg luggage towards the Arrival Hall, I saw a man in a suit holding up a sign with my name on it. Just as I wondered who had ordered a taxi for me, I saw you running past the driver in my direction. You held my hand and flashed me an awkward smile. Your ring felt like ice against my skin.
By Ametrine5 years ago in Humans
Notes From Issac
It was a little before 6 in the morning when the phone rang. Mimi always kept her iphone on the bedside table so that she could use it as an alarm. She was terrible at getting up in the morning. She had planned to get up at 7, and she knew that this hour of sleep loss would affect her functioning for the day. Issac was calling. Why was Issac calling? She hadn’t spoken to him in over two years; they hadn’t parted on good terms. She felt her chest tighten. Two years of no contact, and she still felt the same pain she had felt the day they had parted. The anguish she had felt over the past two years was more distressing than any physical pain she had had to endure, and she had endured a lot. This pain was far more debilitating too. There had been periods in her life where she had been unable to walk or do much of anything from pain, and still, she took it in her stride. But when this anguish was triggered, there was nothing she could do but experience it. And what an awful experience it was. There would be short periods where she would believe herself finally free of this torment. She was over him! Still, then she would be reminded unexpectedly by a film, an actor possessing green eyes familiar to his, or a meme she would have liked to have shown him. Then the pain was overwhelming. She felt that pain watching the phone ring. She knew that she must compose herself before answering, the humiliation of him knowing her pathetic devotion was too much to bear. She had her pride, after all. But it wasn’t Issac who answered; it was a woman’s voice. She didn’t know that her stomach could sink any lower, but this confirmed the fact that it could.
By Name5 years ago in Humans
Bitter Seeds
Savanna Lewis had been tailor-made to be her mother’s daughter. When she was six years old, her mother marched her down to the apartment of old Marjorie Deargood and handed her over to the widow for proper lessons on cooking and baking. From that day, she learned how to whisk efficiently, how to make the perfect loaves of bread, how to anticipate when a cake was good and ready to be pulled from the jaws of the oven.
By Jillian Spiridon5 years ago in Humans
The End
The End He had been the first to suggest the idea of meeting online, and yet, as they sat, closely facing each other and on either side of the ocean, when she suggested that he begin the conversation, he bluntly stated that the meeting had been her idea. She should have known. She should have stayed silent. She should have admitted to herself that she had been wrong, and said goodbye. She should have slid her finger across the touchpad, towards the red rectangle on the screen, and gently pressed, thus returning to the quiet solitude of her couch, and her continent.
By Shanta Navvab Walker5 years ago in Humans
Money to Burn
Money To Burn By: Lisa McKendrick The bag was thrown at Charles Willman, not handed over, but thrown, which seemed to Charles a highly irregular way of doing things. Charles credited his cat-like reflexes for the bag not hitting the pavement. Clutching it to his chest, he watched as the man who’d just been in possession of it, disappeared into the hordes of Christmas shoppers on Michigan Avenue. Charles had only caught a glimpse of him, but was certain he’d never seen the man before.
By Lisa McKendrick5 years ago in Humans
Cat Ghosts
Mia, a young nurse, was working in the hospital taking care of a confused man. He was 84 years old and hallucinating. These patients always fascinated her because they are seeing and experiencing something, that others are not. On this day, it was like this patient was dreaming with his eyes open. A foot in this dimension and another foot in another dimension. Where his subconscious mind is fully expressed, with no filter. Almost as if the veil into the unknown mind has been lifted and everyone can see into the dark. The dark places that are shameful and hidden within the subconscious. Or is he closer to heaven? The place you go when you die.
By Cole D. Greenwood5 years ago in Humans
And Then There's Reality
What caused this particular facet of reality to be an ending doesn’t matter quite so much as what it means. It means that I am standing on the demolished remains of what used to be; that I’m rebuilding life on the wreckage of the old; that I am doing it alone; and then there’s whatever reality is but I’ll get to that later, or rather it will get to me. For now, though I let out a reality latent sigh. Reality’s nature is such that it always exists and only exists as it does. There’s what is and what isn’t. Period. The fact that us mere mortals are always somewhere in between understanding, which is which, is our own problem and if it ever has been, it is my problem today. The relationship that just ended was over before it started. It was always never going to work. It took me a period of five years, sixteen days and twenty-five minutes to understand that, but not for one moment was it ever going to end up any place but here. The way I see it, with experience and a little grace the goal of the human experience is to shorten that period between knowing what is from what isn’t; to get so comfortable with reality that we can live within it in real time, rather than inevitably accepting its verdict after a long hard fight with varying amounts of dignity lost.
By Elisabeth Strouse5 years ago in Humans
The woman who killed me
As we lay here, basking in the bittersweet aroma of steamy, passionate, intense hard love making, the burning wood from the fire...cigarettes, combined with her favorite perfume of musk and gardenias...
By Amerokee5 years ago in Humans