breakups

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

Fresh Start? Nah, Fresh Heart
I threw my favourite blanket in the rubbish. I couldn’t stand the thought of waking up each morning and still have the image of you laying there beneath the covers. How do I sleep in the bed where you held me in your arms? I don’t, it’s gone. How do I look at the pictures from when we were happy? I won’t, they’re gone. How do I stop making sentences with ‘us’ and ‘we’? I
By Shahnee Hunter5 years ago in Humans
The One Who Was Supposed To Get Away
Just like that he came back into my life for a brief moment and then he was gone. I finally had closure. I could happily close the last chapter of our book that was left unfinished for 15 years. Some, well a good majority of people that know me, think I’m crazy for holding on to this miniscule thread of hope for so long but I couldn’t help it. Believe me I tried to let him go. I tried to heal on my own. Through every outlet that could occupy my time, relationship that failed, vices that only masked my last burning question and story that I would write. He was my first love, the one that got away, that feeling I haven’t been able to find with anyone else, the one who shattered my heart into pieces. It’s been 15 years since that traumatic and dreaded day. He had found someone else while we were still together, the events that followed were mind numbingly heart breaking and egregious. And like that we became strangers. A decade and a half has passed and obviously the tears have stopped, they say only time can heal, but it hasn’t. Time had helped me to bury my memories. I couldn’t let go subconsciously. He would cross my mind more often than not and I would revel in the brief memory and bury it back down deep. We had built different lives, his on a stable foundation, a house, a wife, 2 dogs, the American dream, no kids and living with no obligations. He was always a believer in love and commitment, I knew this about him, why couldn’t it be me? It’s been so long, who cares right?
By Monica Nissing5 years ago in Humans
The Cost of Kisses
The afternoon sun tilted in the sky. Smearing the clouds shamelessly with bright smudges of pink. So began its ritual descent. Lisa admired the way the sun kissed the clouds so passionately with its goodbye. Not long ago, her breath was taken away by such luscious farewell kisses. She missed that time. All that remained was the little black book. Secrets her lover thought hidden. Oh yes, and the money. She can’t forget that.
By Sherry Ryan5 years ago in Humans
Fuck it. Fuck YOU
I fell hard with my heart. Legs weak trusting you would catch me. For year after year no matter the thick or thin you caught me. You clung to me. Had my everything focused on the one and only.. You. And then your road didn't merge with mine. You up and disappeared.
By Rebecca Chesbrough5 years ago in Humans
Breaking Up (With My Food Relationship)
I said something curt. My sweet, kind demeanor was overtaken by some ungodly presence. Rude would have been an understatement for my actions towards my unsuspecting boyfriend.
By Izabelle Wensley5 years ago in Humans
On a Wednesday in May
The texts she had sent were clear. She wanted me to come to her house, she wanted us to drink red wine, she wanted us to smoke pot, and she wanted to fuck.
By A.5 years ago in Humans
The first day
Sure im young but im not stupid. I knew he would fall in love with me again but im just waiting for it to end because I know it will. Or maybe it wont. I guess I will have to wait but for now here is the story.
By adriana grieco5 years ago in Humans
Starting Over
The Open Door A thousand journeys come together only to be splintered, divided according to geographic location and estimated time of departure. A symphony clicks staccato on reflective marble floor. Flip flops create a bass line to a stiletto heel’s disconnected beat. Tiny voices of crying children become distant background soloists to the deafening sound of ferry arrivals, disembarking vehicles, and the foul language of people made to sit in line far too early in the morning.
By holly m5 years ago in Humans
Time For Change
I almost allowed the door to slam shut behind me. Almost. Not dramatic enough, though. Not for the ending I’d envisioned, and I wanted this to be perfect. As perfect as my beautiful foot right now, wedged in the door. A perfectly pedicured foot in a silk stocking, in a brand new Jimmy Choo. A perfect and expensively adorned leg.
By Beth Croft5 years ago in Humans
Get over your abusive ex and earn 6 figures 🔥
So what’s amazing about These articles are they are at completely different stages of my life some bits of the article are from an extremely bad place in my life I had just been cheated on I had a three month old baby and I was completely and utterly broken betrayed violated in every single way but I also write in the life I live now and the gratitude and the abundance I am purely at peace
By Sophie Rose 🌹 5 years ago in Humans
I Will Learn to Let Go
Letting go is never easy. We hold-on to objects that seem to hold so much meaning, to ideas that will never grow beyond a rich fantasy...and to people that show so much potential. We hold on. We grip with so much mental effort it is exhausting. This year, I am learning to let go.
By Alison Cheesman5 years ago in Humans
Letting Fear Take Control
There comes a time in everyone's life when you have to decide what's worth fighting for and when it's time to let go. Holding on to someone that only brought you pain or sadness, only holds you back from succeeding in life.
By Kristi5 years ago in Humans