breakups
When it comes to breakups, pain is inevitable, but Humans thinks that suffering is optional.
Dealing With A Broken Heart During a Pandemic
Here's my story: My ex and I had a very interesting relationship for the past two years. The two years before that, we watched each other go in and out of toxic relationships. Our friendship worked because our opposite natures were compatible each other; we made each other better. Little did we know that this would not be the case when we started dating. We started expecting more from each other, and became very dependent on each other. We took some time away from each other for about a month and when we got back together, everything was perfect. At least to me it was. We weren't fighting anymore, and we worked on managing our time with each other. However, just when I thought that things were going amazing, he broke up with me.
By Kendall Chaseley5 years ago in Humans
How I saved my life
It all started when I was 18. This is the story of how I finally got help and got out of an abusive relationship. When I turned 18 I got with this kid who I thought was amazing, turns out he wasn’t after all. Fast forward three or four months , we moved into our own apartment and things were going okay for a while then all of the sudden things changed he started getting in my face and screaming at me. We would fight constantly. I soon found out I was pregnant but it ended up being an ectopic pregnancy. In January 7 months after we got together I went through the process of having a miscarriage and I thought my life was gonna end. The depression was horrible. My recovery was horrible. Within the next few months he began hitting me and getting in my face. Grabbing me by the neck and arms. He once threw a bowl of spaghettios at me. Broke many picture frame glasses. After grabbing me by the neck one day I left. I went to my parents and got a pfa on him. Got him admitted into a hospital for being suicidal. He got even more mad at me. Tried to kill himself. Just went crazy. A week or so went by and I stupidly went back to him. Forward a month and a half I was supposed to leave for navy bootcamp but he told me I wasn’t allowed. I then found out I was pregnant again but this baby was okay and growing properly. Here comes my 19th birthday. It was horrible he went out drinking and I stayed home and did nothing. Watched tv. He accused me of cheating so many times when all I did was sit at home and work. Fast forward more we moved to a big house that ended up having black mold so we moved again about 2 months after moving there. While we were living there he punched me in the face. Had body slammed me while 6 months pregnant. Sat on my belly and he was 330 pounds. Tried to suffocated me with a curtain. I then ran to the neighbors got help and went to the hospital on got checked to make sure the baby was okay. I then went back to him and we moved. I became a nanny for a really nice family and he then began accusing them of stuff they didn’t do. Fast forward a little more he was working in the oilfield and was never home. I spent most nights sleeping on the couch watching movies. We had many domestic calls and the cops in our area knew us by name. Near the end of the time I was with him we had our daughter and he still was never home by this time he was doing drugs. Eating us out of house and home every time he was home. He was still abusing me mentally and verbally and physically. The last straw for me to leave was him telling me he was going to kill me and take our daughter and move away so no one would know what happened to me. He punched me in the face. Gave me a black eye and tried to get me admitted into a hospital for being “suicidal” when I wasn’t. I finally got the nerve and the help from my parents to finally leave. While he was away at work my parents took my daughter I went and got almost all of my stuff and left. He came home to nothing of mine in the house. I then put another pfa against him changed my phone number, where I lived, and where I worked. Here I am a little more than a year from leaving my abusive relationship I have a beautiful year and a half year old daughter. An amazing boyfriend who supports me through everything I do. I’m currently enrolled in nursing school. And I have an amazing job in healthcare already. The point behind this story is to show you can leave an abusive relationship and start your life over again and make things happen. Yes you’ll have some damage from it but it takes time to heal. And with someone amazing by your side the healing process is faster.
By Sami Sosnick5 years ago in Humans
Self Love
Relationships are life journeys. Some journeys are life long, some short lived, and some in between. They are blessings or lessons. Sometimes they are fulfilling. Sometimes they are unhealthy. And sometimes they leave you tangled in a roller coaster of confusion. I'm sure most people have experienced one or the other or all of the above. I know I have.
By Marie Elizabeth 5 years ago in Humans
Change IS Good
I started this new thing for myself for the month of October and I am really excited to try it out. I call it “Focus Points.” I put all my main points for the month on one page, whether it be a quote or something I want to focus on. It also includes a book to read and a personal development book for the month because I don’t want to push myself so far when I just started. I want to ease myself into it, so I don’t set myself up for failure. I have also included two worksheets to help me figure out who I am. I think I lost myself somewhere along the way in life and I want to bring myself back.
By Ashlee Grant5 years ago in Humans
Will I Ever Love Again?
Everybody has a story tell and its only a matter of time before the truth comes out. My story is pretty truthful and until I started putting it on paper, I was afraid to tell my story. It started early in life, I was bullied all through school until I met my best friend in tenth grade. I felt like a popular kid when I met her. We became inseparable really quickly and we have been friends ever since, even became moms together, just like we always wanted to. When I was a junior in high school, I met my boyfriend bubba and we dated for five years. Things got pretty rough for us after two years. His family, as much as I loved them, were very dysfunctional. Things got worse when we moved in together and even worse when we moved out the apartment and broke up. I started a new job at a small restaurant and that’s where I met him. The man that changed my life forever.
By Ashlee Grant5 years ago in Humans
Healing
I think we have all experienced heartbreaking relationship at some point or another. Here are some things I felt after one that was particularly difficult for me. These thoughts are not exactly in any specific order, just here written out the same way they came to my mind at different points of healing... Maybe they can help someone to find their own path to healing.
By Leighton Beck5 years ago in Humans
Problems
I sit on the swing in an old park that was all but forgotten by most kids. My eyes were glued to the stars that are shining beautifully on a moonless night. While their beauty wasn’t lost on me, I hardly registered it. My heart was pounding against my rib cage and butterflies danced in my stomach, a goofy smile resting on my face as I think of my reasons for being here. Well, reason, as in one, him. He is my reason, Zack. We’ve been friends for years but just started getting to know each other and talk with each other recently, and I couldn’t be happier.
By JazzLynn Fields5 years ago in Humans
The Break Up
I have always hated playing pretend as a child and as an adult I despised the idea even more. So why am I sitting here trying to pretend like my world is not crashing down right before my eyes. "Sandra," he pleaded leaving a stench of desperation in the air. My heart beg my mind to explain why it's not responding to his despair. "Sandra, you have nothing to say?" Terrance kneel down on his knees in front of me sitting on this sofa that feels like I am being swallowed up by quick sand. How quickly our colorful heated argument ends in a dark and lonely place we both dread to face. The cold dark empty feeling is only intensified by the silence felt in the room which magnify the reality that this could be the of the end of us. Confused, I then found myself with an internal battle between my heart and mind. My mind wants to pretend that in this very moment my world is not falling apart. My heart hit me with a brick to the head, bringing me back to reality as the foundation we built dismantle brick by brick. My mind reason that if I look long and hard for the light in this dark and hollow place we have manage to find ourselves in, I am destined to find a speck of light. My heart gently pull me back reminding me that time was not the enemy here. I found some humor in that it wasn't long ago that my heart was fighting for us. Oh, how the roles has reversed.
By Lucie James5 years ago in Humans
