breakups

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

documenting heartbreak day 1.
I don't really know what else to do except write. So here's my heart. It's broken real bad, but I'm going to try and let words fill the gaps. This is documenting heartbreak; no edits, no revisions, just raw truth and hurt.
By Jennie Harluk6 years ago in Humans
THG III
I still think about you from time to time, though I did delete your number from my phone to remove the temptation to text you. Which sucks, but there's Facebook that helps me keep in contact with you. I still think about our last time hanging out sometimes. Last time was the 2nd time I ran to you when I was in trouble emotionally and also mentally. Which, both times that ended poorly.
By Peter D6 years ago in Humans
Dear Ex-Boyfriend
Dear ex-boyfriend, I never thought I’d write you another letter, but Misa died in November and she was as much your dog as she was mine. Sometimes I thought maybe I should have left her with you, but I know that wouldn’t have worked out. I would have missed her too much and you didn’t want a dog anyway, but I felt guilty because she loved you. Maybe you wouldn’t have even missed her, but she’s not the only reason I’m writing you. I also wanted to apologize, but not to you. You don’t deserve an apology, and you certainly didn’t deserve any of the time I wasted with you. I remember when we were breaking up, you asked me the most important question you’d ever asked me. We were sitting at a table at Chili’s and you asked me what was so special about you. At the time I remember feeling sick to my stomach, as I pushed my plate away. I’ll probably never forget the look of disgust you shot me as I tried to name anything that made our relationship special. The only thing I was able to come up with was our mutual love of video games and movies. There was nothing about you that stood out, I could have been with anyone. It took time for me to realize that I didn’t like anything about you. I certainly didn’t like the way you made me feel. Being with you changed the way I view relationships. I was innocent when we were together. I was the sweet girl who still believed in soulmates. I think my naivety made me blind to how unhappy I was with you. I stayed with you, despite the fact you treated me poorly. I even excused your behavior as a result of your rough childhood. If I could go back, I’d end our relationship sooner. I’d end it before you had a chance to change me. I don’t trust myself because of you, or maybe it’s more accurate to say that I don’t trust myself to find a non-abusive partner because of you. So, why did you cross my mind today? Well, I remember you showing me a postcard we’d gotten from the vet. The picture on it was a Christmas picture of the staff. You pointed out each woman you thought looked better than me. You didn’t care that I was crying, and you certainly didn’t care that I was only eating once a day because of you. You wanted to make sure that I knew you thought I was ugly. I even believed that I was ugly for years after we broke up. You know who didn’t find me ugly? Men. Not all men, but there have been several men who’ve tried to get to know me since we ended things. I wanted to get to know some of these men, but I ended up pushing them away instead. I didn’t mean to push them away; it was something I couldn’t help. I wasn’t even aware I was doing it at the time, and I regret it. Most of all, I regret being the person you made me. Now I’m the type of girl who hurts people to protect herself, the type of girl who is closed off. Most of all, I’m the type of girl who will have to preface any relationship I get in with ‘my ex abused me, and I still have emotional scars from that.’ My apology is to the woman you’ve forced me to become. I’m sorry for the time I’ve wasted on you, and the impact I’ve allowed you to have on my life. I’m sorry for the ways in which you’ve changed me, because none of it was for the better. I’m sorry for the way I’ve allowed myself to treat other people because of you. I’m also sorry for the next person I care for enough to let in. I know that person won’t have it easy, because I won’t love as easily or be as carefree as I was with you.
By Jade M.6 years ago in Humans
Missing the invisible
I miss the invisible. I miss what can't be seen and never really could be seen. It's something that was or is a part of all of us. A link to your past and evidence of your innocence and your honour; depending on your values. I miss my virginity. And even now I'm not sure if it is really that that I miss. Maybe it's the things that come with it that I miss or maybe I just miss the girl I was before I knew about loving and desire.
By Carolyn McMurray6 years ago in Humans
Down Low Brotha' Game Play
Yeah... This is what you think it is. My 'Man' had a 'Man'. One of the First things that I would like to say is that, if you are a woman reading this right now and you have a sick feeling that your man is into other men and he is lieing to you then you may want to go off of your instincts and do some investigation.
By Tina Gooch6 years ago in Humans
"Forgiveness is giving up the hope that the past could have been any different.”
I finally understand why women get caught up with abusers. I have had my share in my lifetime (definitely not by choice) but whatever it is what it is. My ex-husband was an abuser and if you know me I’m an abuser myself (to a certain extent). I have a good and bad side (sexual abuse or physical at times). This story tells the truth. Nothing to laugh about, but I truly believe that time heals all problems. So let’s get back to this poor ex-husband of mine that is still not over the breakup. He continues to wonder why I don’t want him back. Dude, I’m disgusted by you (if you know what I know, you would be too). Don’t want it (seriously), don’t want to deal with it and it’s no longer my problem!
By Insatiable-ness6 years ago in Humans
Why Can't You Love Me?
Saturday was the last time I talked to him. I yearned for his light brown hair and dark brown eyes, reaching for me, tempting me to fall into his arms. But, he pushed me away and shook his head at me.
By Monica Zhang6 years ago in Humans
Broken heart takes form a person
Lately i started staring at walls and windows, imagining what makes people get hurt. Many people in the world has full of hate for a person and doesn't control with the hate. A friend once told me that people may hate you but never forgot what you did for them. I start to think that might be true because even you love that person but they are full of hate towards you. Takes time for them to realise what they miss, the kind and caring part about you.
By Petra6 years ago in Humans
I had a boyfriend with a needy ex-girlfriend and what I learnt which I will use in future relationships
The relationship lasted for ten months, but I feel that the only time where I felt the happiest was in the first month and a half. After that, it was pretty much a rollercoaster where I put myself through a lot and became someone I never wanted to be, which is scary to still think about it.
By Annie Curran6 years ago in Humans
Love Hate Past Time
I loathe you. I cringe at the sound of your name even when it isn’t referring to you. I absolutely hate the things you have put me through. It’s been years since I have seen you and I can still hear your slashing words towards me, killing every ounce in my body. You walked all over me like a child in the middle of a stampede. You have made me lose all hope in love and in being loved. You have made me question every ounce of “love” I thought I felt in my lifetime. Is it really love? Is it really love when someone literally manipulates, lies, and makes your self-worth feel like the size of a pencil dot on a piece of paper? Is it really love when someone makes promises that they have never once kept? Is it really love when you cry yourself to sleep because you feel like absolutely nothing? Empty, lonely, and pathetic.
By Salina Lehn6 years ago in Humans
How I Got Out of a Toxic Relationship
Toxic relationships need to be filed under the same category as opium drugs. Days, weeks, months could pass. You could be on the verge of finally leaving, finally quitting, but then they give you the hit that you were craving - they tell you that you look nice. They tell you how much they love you and that they're so sorry for putting you down the other day. They tell you that you're their best friend and that no one else is their for them quite like you. This pulls you through another couple days, weeks, months. You swear you are going to leave this time. You're fed up. That's it. You finally build up the courage to tell them you're leaving, they even let you leave. But then you get a phone call - it's them, crying. "All I had was you...how could you leave me?" they say. So what do you do? You go back, because this is your fault and you're the problem...and so we are back to square one.
By sofiya6 years ago in Humans
Christy
I started a hospitality job after I arrived back from an extended European sojourn, to pay off debts and get back to everyday life. Post travel depression can hit you pretty hard after several lovely lazy months getting drunk, meeting new people and seeing the wonders of the world. Like the Wizard of Oz in reverse, life goes from glorious technicolour, to the depressing drab dray grey of crippling debt and your childhood bedroom. I however meet some lovely people in that job, particularly one called Christy. Christy and I became good friends, and after the first year we made joint managers of the cafe. We did everything together, and I mean everything. We worked all the same shifts, we hung out outside of work, we essentially lived in each other’s pockets. It was a happy time for me. Christy is an ex cheerleading coach. She was everything a cheerleader is, always perky, enthusiastic, positive and supportive.
By Brendon6 years ago in Humans