breakups
When it comes to breakups, pain is inevitable, but Humans thinks that suffering is optional.
A Letter to My Friend Who Has Just Gotten Separated
Dear Friend, I have been exactly where you are. I survived this first day. This day when you wake up terrified and alone, when you open your eyes, in a bed that you once shared with your spouse or one you never have because it's your friend's sucky couch, and you start shaking because as you blink up at the ceiling and realize what day it is, it dawns on you that life as you know it is over.
By Tara Blair Ball6 years ago in Humans
Dear NoHeart
Dear NoHeart, You were my first love… but you have no idea how you affected me or my future… I loved you because you didn’t seem to care about what other people thought of you. In fact, you enjoyed every bit of those negative perspectives, you loved the anarchy because that was how we would ‘fight the system’ in our day. You seemed free because you didn’t give a f*** who was watching and did what you wanted. To my sheltered mind, that looked like the closest thing to freedom that I would ever know. (If we are being honest, you seemed to have everything that I lacked… so I thought you were the missing puzzle piece)
By Dear Mischka6 years ago in Humans
Dear January/February Me
To my January/February self, It’s 1st of March. Seven weeks ago, you didn’t even think you could last another day because of the immense, overwhelming amount of pain that you were feeling. But, you did it. You made it to March. Isn’t that spectacular? Your strength and determination will surprise you, and continue to surprise you, throughout this journey of grieving. Things you never thought that you could get through, you’re getting through. In your head, you will be able to hear all of your friends and family saying, I told you so.
By Virag Dombay6 years ago in Humans
4 Steps to Getting Over Your Ex
Look... I know this is absolutely easier said than done. You put time into your relationship. You spent your money. You probably shed some blood, maybe some tears and if you were really good at it, you possibly did a little sweating.
By Tanaine Jenkins6 years ago in Humans
I survived a narcissistic sociopath, Part Five
I kept asking myself over and over again why would a smart, attractive vibrant woman stay in this unhealthy relationship. I kept thinking there was something wrong with me maybe I was weak maybe I was ashamed or maybe I just didn’t understand that I was a victim of a predator . Then I found an article with a simple two word heading trauma bonding. And basically trauma bonding is when you’re loyal to someone who is abusive and destructive.
By From Pieces to Peace6 years ago in Humans
When You Learn Your Lawyer Is Not Your Advocate, But Their Own and You Just Don't Matter
As humans, our instinct would have us believe that when we are at our lowest, there would be people to help you. We have friends, family and circles of loved ones and acquaintances. Thanks to 'social media', we now read and see stories nearly every day of people coming to the aid of complete strangers in all kinds of difficult situations to help others. It's an instinctual action. We make others feel good and in return, we feel good. It's one of the traits separating us from most other animals. Acts of compassion. A simple touch. The ability to recognize right from wrong. Donating to various causes and charities. If you're fortunate enough to have a famous name, using it for the good of all. Not simply the good of you. These acts of goodness and kindness bring out the best in us. Bring out what we aspire to be. What we try and teach our children.
By Steve Komito6 years ago in Humans
How to be a Heartbreaker
High school sucks. At least for most people it does. Secondary 4 was probably my worst year. We all know what it’s like to not fit in. I was one of the only black girls in my entire school. I had friends...or at least I thought I did. When I was younger, from secondary one through three, I had a clique. We were all outsiders together so that made high school so much easier. Unfortunately by the time I reached secondary 4, that entire clique had been dismantled. My best friend had been hospitalized unfortunately, two of my closest friends had moved away, I dated one of the members and when we broke up, the friendship was over, some found new friends, others had graduated, and before I knew it, it was just me. So what kept me going? Well that’s easy. The whole reason I was looking forward to high school was to be grown. What do grown women have that little girls don’t? Boyfriends. That’s right.
By Pamelee Paris6 years ago in Humans
Walking on Broken Glass
I drove my rickety red Ford Taurus around the hot and dusty college town in Eastern Washington with tears streaming down my face. I drove and I cried. I didn’t know where to go, who to turn to, or what to do. I did my best to wipe my eyes and face, choking back sobs. My mind was racing from one potential scenario to the next. I was completely distraught. I wanted so badly to run. I fought the urge to pick up my foster son from school, pack a few bags and just drive. Maybe we’d go to the Oregon coast. Or we could go stay with my brother in California. The urge to flee was palpable. Wouldn’t it be nice to run away and leave all the complications and terror behind!?
By Life Coach Nancy Osier6 years ago in Humans
I Survived a Narcissistic Sociopath, part 4
Ending my relationship was roller coaster ride that I didn’t want to be on. I remember when I was a kid and when you went to the amusement park there was a sign that said “you must be this tall to ride this ride” my relationship roller coaster sign should read “you must be this stupid to ride this ride”
By From Pieces to Peace6 years ago in Humans
My Abusive Ex Part 1
I would like to begin this story by telling everyone a little bit of background on myself. I was in a relationship with someone that I will remain unnamed throughout this story for two and a half years. This is a very true story of the abuse I endured at HIS hands. Though HE never physically abused me, HE emotionally and mentally abused me and continued to do so even after we broke up. I am now in a very serious and committed relationship with another man, whom I love with all my heart, and even though he has never done anything even relatable to the things HE did to me, I still suffer from moments of PTSD thinking about the way HE treated me, and I will get into that a little later in this series.
By Jo. Schmidt6 years ago in Humans
You a dummy
"You a dummy" Khadijah, Lala and Sky came by my room early. It's a Saturday morning. They shamelessly arrive in pajamas and colorful hair bonnets excluding Lala (who is wearing a night cap or du-rag.) My roomate is at work and I am still hugging my sheetlike pillow drearily, half awake and half asleep. I dreamt Michael Madrid messaged me on Facebook and asked for my personal cell number. Give or take, I almost forget I was asked out last night by Brock. Adaego carelessly slams the door on her way out, which is my cue to turn the air condition on quickly after her departure. She must 'thrive in room temperature only'..our dorm is currently a sauna. I slept miserably without covers, dry sweating in a large t-shirt and little else. I hear Lala punch the door as soon as I get to a point in which Michael calls me, his voice vibrant and familiar. I imagine dialing him up, and my tone of voice equivalent to a puma purring before its next kill (yes, my inner sexy is of the cat family.)
By MarieMarie Urban 6 years ago in Humans
