breakups
When it comes to breakups, pain is inevitable, but Humans thinks that suffering is optional.
The Breakup I Thought I'd Never Survive
Love can be observed through many lenses, and it is easy to find any form of judgment to view the love between two people. But can we ever fully understand the love of just any two individuals? What makes it work, and continuously thrive? And what doesn't? Or predict whether it lasts or not? Truth is there's never really a way of telling, except through letting what is love be.
By Centenary Alfrey7 years ago in Humans
7 Tips for Getting Over a Breakup
Breaking up sucks. Whether it was your choice or not, it's never a good time. Suddenly your life changes and in many ways it can feel empty; that person you talked to every single day is no longer there, they no longer text, and those things you would have always told them first suddenly have to be directed elsewhere or forgotten. So here are a few tips to help you keep going and to move on.
By Natalie Fraser7 years ago in Humans
An Open-Ended Letter to the Girl Who Broke My Heart
From the first moment we met, I knew there was something different about you. We were both so young. Maybe you were the first person to treat me kindly. But, no. It was more than that. There was an aura about you that I could never quite get around. A wave of self sufficiency, a wall of independence that no one would ever break down. It haunts me to this day. I could never compete with that, I'm a big enough person to admit it. I require a certain amount of dependence on people, I always have. Maybe that's one reason, of all the many I'd been collecting in my head, the reasons why our relationship could never play out for a lifetime.
By Waverleigh Rose Garlington7 years ago in Humans
The Chair
Her heart was pounding so hard she swore people could hear it from a mile away. She had told her boss she was sick with a stomach bug earlier in the day in order to meet him here. She ordered her coffee and stuck her hand into her paisley wallet. She slipped out a green credit card and handed it to the woman who swiped it onto the register and handed it back with a receipt wrapped around it. "Have a nice day," the woman behind the counter spoke in a monotone voice, "wait over there." All Lane could think was: This won't be a good day.
By Casie Hodges7 years ago in Humans
You Didn't Love Me
One of my biggest faults is that I can find a way to forgive anyone and I can find a lesson in every way someone hurts me. Time after time, it leads to more hurt when I inevitably let these people back in after I’ve convinced myself they’d never do it again. After years of being hurt in the same ways, usually by the same people, I promised myself I’d stop. No more forgiveness, everybody got one chance and after that chance was gone, so were they. I lost people quickly, determined to stay true to my promise. I was angry all the time, which was exhausting. I had thought this would help me from being hurt, but I was hurting myself. So I let you back in, I listened to the lies and promises and told myself they were truthful. I knew I was going to get hurt, you said verbatim the same things all the others had said. I knew who you were, there’s no way we talked about the things we talked about and didn't know each other. Yet, as the saying goes “there’s comfort in consistency”; I always went into things knowing I’d be hurt, why stop then? So I did what I’ve always done, and ignored every red flag. I jumped in head first. Ignored everyone that told me not to.
By Stormy Robertson7 years ago in Humans
