breakups

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

The Already Broken One
I'm sorry I broke your heart, Even though it was for the best. You made that week very hard, And didn't give me my time to rest.
By Sketch6 years ago in Humans
Quinn
In the beginning, Quinn was everything you could ask for in a friend, or at least what Buddy and I had thought. Little did we know that it was just a surface veneer of goodness and you didn’t have to dig all that deep to see the festering fucked up underside to her evil soul. There were always signs, red flags you ignore in the first flushes of a new relationship whether its sexual or just a friendship. The endless stories of people who had wronged her, her regular habit of cutting people from her life, the tales of being continuously let down and victimised. There are people in this world who are repeatedly victimised, for example a molested child is far more likely to be molested again, but as a general rule, if someone is continuously ‘the victim’ they are either putting themselves in a position to be repeatedly victimised or they are spinning a victim narrative when they are in fact the problem. Quinn turned out to be the latter. She burned the people around her and spun a tale where she was the victim each and every time.
By Brendon6 years ago in Humans
Heartbreak, A feel
Do you ever feel like just not doing anything? Today and then again tomorrow, then again the day after? You get stuck thinking about the sad memories, of what could have been? You make up amazing stories, you’ve never heard before. But then you remember losing everything you ever worked for. You can see it, fading in front of you. And you’re sure that no one has ever felt this same thing before. It’s just you.
By Jean Grayson6 years ago in Humans
Horrific Fairy-Tale
Young and thinking I was in love. Wanting and hoping to have that fairy-tale ending which each little girl dreams of. I fell in love with what was a bad boy, a rebel. Growing up in a strict Christian family he was the guy that my parents didn't want to see their daughter be with. But being rebellious and rule-breaking, of course, I didn't listen and had to do my own thing.
By BR6 years ago in Humans
Oops I did it Again...
I did it again. Fell hard for a tall, handsome, eloquent, intelligent, athletic and gorgeous man, who made me feel like the center of the universe. This one I thought, was different. He was enlightened! He knew who Abraham Hicks was! He meditated and practiced yoga! He wasn’t afraid to look deep within himself and uncover core wounds! We discussed astral projection! Did he really say he was interested in my curiosity of quantum mechanics? From the moment we met, everything flowed so effortlessly. Our schedules allowed for us to spend incredible amounts of time together. And spend time together we did! Every spare moment we were meeting up. For coffee, for a drink, for a drive. If we had 15 free minutes in the middle of our hectic day, we would spend it together. It was all so magical. The way his beautiful sparkling blue eyes would stare at me. How beautiful he told me he found me. How he would hold me. How affectionate he was wherever we went. How he completely disarmed me by being so comfortable in his own skin. How comfortable he allowed me to feel to just be me, without any of the usual accoutrements of make-up, hair, padded bra, etc., the image I felt I had to put on everyday to feel accepted by society. And did I mention the sex? We made love for hours at a time. Finally, I thought, a man who really knew how to create a safe space for deep intimacy, so we could both let go. The word “love” fell out of our mouths so naturally. He told me I was the one. I told him he was the one. My heart was so full. Finally I thought, the piece de romantic resistance from all these years of kissing frogs...And then...
By Tufti the Empress6 years ago in Humans
Breakups
I was in a relationship for almost 3 years. We had started dating on July 2nd 2017. We had broken up on the 1st of February of this year which was a month ago. Our relationship got to where we didn't see each other very much and when I wanted to go and do something he would always come up with an excuse to not be with me. Plus every time he would come pick me up he would complain about the traffic in the area that I live in. I would look at him and say "Well if you hate it so much then don't pick me up because the traffic will always be like this, and you complaining about it makes me feel like you hate having to pick me up, so if that's how you are going to be don't pick me up anymore." I would have to sit down with him and talk things out, but it never worked. He wouldn't listen to anyone when we would try to help him figure things out and help him see and deal with things. he always complained about his truck and I told him to stop complaining and do something about it. He never did stop complaining.
By Natalie L6 years ago in Humans
Self-Sabotage.
Here you are, faced with probably the most confusing feeling that you cannot possibly comprehend why this feeling even exists. You have met someone, someone kind, someone willing to listen, someone faithful, someone with perfect imperfections. But still, here you are having doubts.
By Isabella Theresa6 years ago in Humans
My heart break turned into opportunities.
Hi, this story is hard for me and to this day still makes me a little upset. The people in this will be random names to hide the real names.
By Rén.6 years ago in Humans
Dear Narcissistic Ex
An excerpt from a letter written to my ex on 10/27/2016: “I don’t think it’s fair of you to track my driving routes, interrogate my whereabouts, and make me feel like I am being shady. I simply pulled over to go on my phone. It took no more than 10 minutes, C***. I’m sorry I couldn’t recall what it was I was looking at. But, I swear I was not meeting anyone. It was just the shortest most direct route to Olivia's house. If I am being completely honest, it’s getting to the point where I don’t want to tell you anything anymore. I am honestly convinced that I cannot do anything right with you and every decision I make is going to turn into a fight that I can never win. Please, just hear me out.”
By ghostwriterx6 years ago in Humans
Our love was a victory
I still have my first memory of her.Hello, would you like my orange juice? No... Actually yea I'll have it. Would you like my banana? Finding out later Bananas' are the worst to some people. There are some other things that indicated to me people can be so nice. I was at the bottom and so was she. And as we began talking I was so intrigued by somebody who grew up with a stable, happy family but things can still be hard. The parts that really grabbed my interest was the trips to the better hospital. Never asking for anything while we were right next to the shop. I think this was when I made up my mind I wanted this one. As the unacknowledged youngest billionaire in the history of the world, I know what it takes for experiences to become future potential. At first, when I saw her art I was excited and inspired. We moved in together. It was good at first, but something changed. All the things that made her beautiful were pushed beneath the surface by what people as a whole have determined entertainment. Most nights were filled up by watching re runs of television shows. I always felt sick when I caught a snippet of something I saw before she was even born when my mom and here drunk friends had watched the same episode back in 1997. But still I loved something about her. It wasn't just her natural beauty, it was the young child look eyes would light up when something positive happens. Her eyes were so playful. Being told what and what not to do really started to change me. I tried to do everything she told me to do so I could make her happy.
By Marcus Azaria6 years ago in Humans
Friend-zoned: From Pal to Pervert
In a moment of distress Jack came to my rescue. We had only met once before, and barely spoke then, but today he was my knight in shining armor. Over the next few months Jack and I became very close. We shared secrets, insecurities, laughter, tears and in a night of Tequila-induced passion, we shared my bed.
By Kathryn Kingsley6 years ago in Humans
Domestic Violence - The Unpopular Opinion
Domestic Violence – the unpopular opinion First, I am not an expert and cannot speak for everyone who has been in a Domestic Violence situation. It’s an explosive subject, especially when a death occurs like recently in the news. I can speak from my own experience and realisation and it brings me a certain amount of fear and trepidation to do so, as mine is the unpopular opinion, and the truth is that I have lived through a lot of fear, so exposure in sharing feels very vulnerable.
By Jemma J6 years ago in Humans