breakups
When it comes to breakups, pain is inevitable, but Humans thinks that suffering is optional.
Payback
“And stay out!” Minnie shouted at her husband as she slammed the front door and clicked the lock into place. It was a new lock, installed while Ed was at work, after Minnie emptied their bank account. While the locksmith worked on each exterior door, Minnie threw Ed’s cloths into two battered suitcases and tossed them onto the porch.
By bcornelius795 years ago in Humans
My Ex-Boyfriend’s “Trading Out” System
I briefly dated someone who was a serial relationship hopper. He would date one person for a while, take stock, and then – as he liked to call it – “trade out” that relationship for a new one that offered the hope of new and improved qualities and characteristics that compensated for what the soon-to-be discarded relationship lacked.
By Kennedy Farr5 years ago in Humans
Romanticizing Zanzibar
Karisa, weighted by two grocery bags in one hand like an unbalanced scale, whooshed the door open from the carport. Decaying leaves and chill blitzed ahead of her. “What’s all this?” The Harry Potter closet vomited its contents across half the room, air mattresses and sleeping bags leading plastic tubs of half-forgotten memories. “Those need to go,” she nodded at a translucent bin of outdated teaching aids that survived the last cross-state move.
By Shawn Woodin5 years ago in Humans
The Beginning of An End
Still standing on the balcony in a trans my thoughts were interrupted by the sound of rain. It had begun to fall. There was a slight blow in the wind. I take in a big breath of fresh air before going inside. It was a bit lonely there. Xavier had already left. I'm guessing he tucked his dick between his legs and ran straight back to that whore of a woman I considered more than a best friend. I loved her as though she was my sister. How could she? How dare they do this to me. With my mind racing I began to think out loud. "What the fuck is wrong with people?" The Bastard and the Bitch are meant to be, that was some fucked up shit they did to me. Xavier wasn't just a boyfriend. He was my fiancé. We were set to be married in less than 2 months. Almost everything was ready. I have my dress and he has his tuxedo. Why would he even put himself in this position if he knew his intention was to never marry me. They will rot in hell for this. Still thinking out loud tears began to roll down my cheeks. Then they were streams. I don't think I have ever cried this hard. I felt as if I couldn't breathe. My heart hurts. I feel angry, sad and abandoned. The two people I thought had my back betrayed me. I have no one. I feel as though I'm lost out here in life. Not only that, but I didn't want to pity myself but at that point I felt as though I deserved some. I cried until my head began to hurt. I picked myself up from the floor. Still feeling light-headed I managed to plant my feet firmly on the floor, making my way to the bathroom, I found a pack if powdered aspirins. I hate taking pills plus powder gets to the system quicker. As much as I hate taking pills I hate having a headache even more. With a gulp of water I quickly downed the aspirin. What a nasty aftertaste but it rids a headache. I just stood there looking at myself in the mirror. My skin was the color of chocolate. So smooth to the touch. I take pride in that. I looked deeper, and I could see the sadness in my dark brown eyes. I could also see the quiver in my luscious lips. They trembled a little from me having cried so much and so hard. I take a step back to view my entire figure I stand about four feet eleven inches tall. I weight a hundred and 115 pounds soak and wet. I have always been small. And I, for one, love it. I love everything about me. Flaws and all. I gathered myself and walked into my bedroom. Upon entering the room I noticed how much more still everything seemed. The rain had stopped. The breeze was still there but the sounds of nature were back on. As I was closing the door balcony door I had to fight the urge to jump across my bed and cry myself to sleep. I didn't want to wallow. I decided I'd rather take a long hot bubble bath with some lit candles. May as well throw in a blunt of marijuana and glass of wine while I'm at it. I have to get myself together. I have to figure out what to do now. I have a wedding to call off. How am I to explain that. I should just forward everyone's call to him, so he can explain his callus act. I can't think about that right now. It didn't take me long to draw my bath and get my blunt rolled and wine poured. Normally I would have some slow jams ready to play but not tonight. I need complete silence. I need to be alone with my thoughts. I have to figure out some things… I got the candles lit. Careful not to slip up I eased my way into the tub. Bubbles pouring over the sides because I may have used too much bubble soap. The water is nice and hot. The heat seems to be soothing my aching body. I take a big sip, then another, then another before lighting my blunt. The water isn't too high, and I'm not laying to low to ensure it doesn't get wet. My ashtray next to my wine glass are rested on the side of the tub. I'm still amazed at the size. I think two of me can fit in here at once. The first couple puffs put my mind at a fraction of ease. I continued to soak, smoke and sip. Before long my mind was back on the situation at hand. Not wanting to disturb my peace or blow my high I decided to sleep on everything. But there was one thing I had already decided upon. I'm going to take their life, but leave them breathing of course. I slid the thought to the back of my mind for safe keeping. I relaxed even more. With my wine in one hand and my blunt in the other I soaked my body let my imagination run wild. My next move will be my best move.
By Erica Cryer5 years ago in Humans
Chapter 1: Lonely Lessons
Love will have you feeling like you can fly. Its in the moment that you'd never expect when the chair gets kicked out from under you. It's never blatantly in your face to see. It sneaks up on you. It's a couple walking hand in hand. It's something you over hear on the radio, or see on the TV screen that makes you think for a split second. . . I gotta show/tell this to. . . That's the kick in the face. Its the moment you think to yourself in a depressive note... What's wrong with me? I'm so much happier now. I feel like I can breathe again. Like I can think again. BUT! I fuckin miss you. Or do I?
By Christina Cantero5 years ago in Humans
I'd Rather Wonder
"I'd rather wonder." The words stare right back at me as I inspect them in my mind's eye. I briefly wonder myself if I'll get any sleep tonight before work in the morning, but with the flurry of thoughts pelting my consciousness similar to pavement during a rain storm I already know the answer to that rhetorical question. Despite my best efforts to keep my eyes shut I force one open and check my phone, incidentally like many people my age also my alarm clock. 2:29 AM greets my one open eye and causes slight discomfort to the other as the brightness floods my room before I flip the phone face down on the bed and shroud myself in darkness once again.
By Better Days Ahead5 years ago in Humans
I made the Devil fall in Love
You might be thinking why would anyone want to make the devil fall in love? In this world of mass connections, you more than likely have had or is the devil in your life. There is no way around it. Just like angels, devils have their place in this realm. We just have to know how much power we give to it. On my quest to find love, I ran across the most handsome devil ever.
By L.L Walton5 years ago in Humans
To the Man I Thought was "The One"
It was a fairy tale story from the beginning. I kept telling myself that it was too good to be true. Yet, you kept saying the right things and doing the right things. You showed me what it was like to be in a good relationship. You texted me every morning, connected with me through music, called me baby, told me I was beautiful, held my hand, kissed me like you meant it, and made my toes curl when we made love. You were everything I ever wanted. You opened car doors for me, listened to me, supported me, cuddled with me after a stressful day, and made me feel like I was on top of the world. You had me hook, line, and sinker. I was madly in love with you. Everything about you was perfect, your flaws and all. The way you treated me made me want to give you the world. I wanted to make all your dreams come true.
By Michelle4infinity5 years ago in Humans
