breakups

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

My life is ruined in the way I never thought it could..
Yeah - ok ok, Please, sit quietly. I’m about to tell you the truth so please don’t interrupt me thank you. Lately all I feel is pain, feels like my heart doesn’t beat the same. I wanna give up and I just, feel stuck in a life that I know I cannot change. Everyday all I do is sit and be depressed, trying to get up and get help but I’m still a big mess. When I look back my past is showing me bad memories and it’s hurts so much to even think of them. I met this girl yeah we both fell in love, we had so much fun making memories daily , going to a movies, going on the hikes, holding hands while looking at each other eyes and talking about love. This girl opened my eyes she gave me everything she possibly could. She started dating me when I was alone when I was broke and homeless, I never thought this girl would ever be mine ? I never thought she would except me for who I am or what I even look like? I was so afraid that she would reject me and disappear outta my life. But that’s wasn’t the case, let me tell you what exactly happened ...
By Anatoly Boardman5 years ago in Humans
Kahlua & Coffee, Margarita & Johnny Vegas
I'm left here speechless yet with so many thoughts racing in my mind. I can't seem to remember what exactly happened the night him and I broke up because everything that followed was much more devastating. There were more times than I could count that I would drive to him and we'd repeat the same mistake every time: we'd ignore the fact we shouldn't be together. We created a fire within us; that instead of kindling, we fought each other with by holding grudges and taking revenge on one another. Towards the end of our relationship, I blamed myself for so much of what was never my fault per say, instead was just an outcome of accumulated factors between us. Which posed me to unleash the emotions - on myself and others, that I once buried inside to try to hide the hurt away - from a broken heart. Months, no, years, I hated myself for him leaving me and I destroyed every relationship around that ever mattered because I felt as they would all leave just like he did. Insolating myself and drawing deeper into my self-inflicted despair, my actions became more than I could bare. The weight of the world crumbled on me, crushing my soul each time I would recklessly drive to his house begging for his forgiveness. Pushing aside any self respect or worth, at any time of the night, I wouldn't care - I needed him then. I needed him so much that I lost myself in him. I was no longer me, I was only his ex. That's all I could see in my rose colored glasses struct with tunnel vision. I was no longer a human being; more so a: human suffocating, a human drowning, a human losing, a human suffering, a human waiting, a human hoping, a human yearning, a human dying. Never was I 'being' my own person - not after he left until recent. What I was being was unstable, unreliable, unsafe, uncaring, vulnerable, insecure, radical, irrational, all to say the least. Only because I couldn't accept that him and I didn't belong together, we were not good for each other in any sense. Back then, I loved everything about him, even the bruises he left and scars he formed, I still loved them because they were from him. Call me insane, I'll agree...because for him, I was. I didn't care if the 35+ minute drive to what was once our home, was wasted because he wasn't there, it was still worth a chance. Sometimes I question if I made any sort of impact on him, or am I just some other girl he checked off his list? He knows how I got too close to our fire trying to fight the flames, and now have a scar burned into my heart, for the rest of my life. The love I had for him, that is now buried somewhere in Pandora's Box, is what reminds me to never, ever, love that hard, ever, again. I stayed single for years and I still have yet to heal from the torture I endured by him. Some call it 'trauma-bonding' mixed with 'battered wife syndrome', while I just call it 'self-sacrifice'. I say that because I gave up everything I possibly could to try to make things work with him and in the end, nothing did. What I did do was ruin my safety, security, sanity, stability and salvation. Honestly, I drove past his house not too long ago and I begged God to release me from everything that's happened between him and I, not only for my sake, but for his as well. I forgive him, yet most of all, I forgive myself for allowing myself to love like nothing else mattered.
By Anonymous5 years ago in Humans
Fall out of love
Being in love is a great and beautiful feeling but when you fall out of love with that person you was so in love with is no more. You tell them you love them still but no longer in love with them they can’t except it. They force their feelings unto you even though you don’t feel the same way. But since you shared many years together they say that should matter, I don’t think it should because if you no longer happy why stick around. Why do they want to stick around if they are not getting the love they used to. They fear of knowing that the person could do and be better without them. They want to stay there for their on selfish reasons.
By Keila Martin5 years ago in Humans
Hindsight is 2020
I know this entire story is going to seem like I'm trying to convince you why I had it the hardest in 2020. I'm not. And I didn't.
By Rebecca Joy5 years ago in Humans
Our Thankful Goodbye, Thankful For Me
“I am thankful for my mom. I am thankful for my dad. I am thankful for good health. I am thankful for my home. I am thankful for my wife. I am grateful for my husband. I am thankful for my children. I am thankful for my family. I am thankful to not be alone.” I hear these sentences coming from people, all types of people. Everyday. More than once a day, more than I care to hear. What am I thankful for? What am I thankful for. I think about this question, this rhetorical statement, often though I admittedly try to avoid the thought.
By Andrew Dominguez5 years ago in Humans
Museum of Broken relationships
▼ She was wearing a red Hanfu dress, holding an oil-paper umbrella, and talking casually to the people next to her. It was a hot afternoon, when she broke into my silence and emptiness.
By Belinda Zhu5 years ago in Humans
And Again, Good Luck
How many times have I thought that I might have finally found the one? Too many times. Since I was little, I have dreamed of having a family and finding my prince charming. Haven't a lot of us? I thought for sure that at this age, I would have been much closer.
By Madison McDonald5 years ago in Humans
A Graceful Exit
There is truly no way to exit a relationship gracefully. Someone says goodbye and someone says no and it is done. There is always pain, there is always hurt. After years of trying, how long is one expected to hold on to a dream that will never be? How long do you strive towards a common goal that clearly will never be reached? Seeing minor changes in a relationship, when major changes are required, can sooner or later be seen as no change at all. Granted, I have always believed it takes two to make it and two to break it but when one is doing all the work, it seems senseless to keep working on something that just no longer benefits either one.
By Gail S.5 years ago in Humans
2017 I felt like I changed
In 2017, I felt like I had changed into something, not someone but something. I used to be brave and not afraid to do things; my anxiety and panic attacks have gotten out of control to the point where I don’t want to leave my home. I used to go out with my husband, clubbing and making friends; I was so social and outgoing.
By stephanie borges5 years ago in Humans
Dear Diary
It’s not you it’s me is heard across the world in so many different languages. Personally I’ve never said the words it’s not you it’s me but I have heard it. It’s not you it’s me...humm now what could that person mean by that statement. So you ask well at least for me I asked, “what do you mean it’s not you it’s me”? There’s an occurred silence and there’s this huge elephant in the room that’s has entered the room.
By Savannah Mason5 years ago in Humans
The Magic Scarf
The phone rang as she fumbled with the key, trying to beat the answering machine. She knew she’d lost the race when she heard her roommate’s voice say “please leave a message” so she slowed down and took her time, listening to the caller.
By Tree Langdon5 years ago in Humans
When It's Time To Let Go
There is a huge portion of me that believes we all have blindly loved someone at least once to the point that we took ourselves apart in order to gently dismantle the red flags that have been tortuously waved in our faces by the ones we love. We have changed ourselves at some point to suit the eye of a person who doesn't even value us as human.
By The Darkest Sunrise5 years ago in Humans