breakups

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

Hi?
My best friend and I were separated for six years. His parents got divorced and his mother had the custody of him and his baby brother. As long as I remember, I was asking my mother every year when I would see him again, why he was not coming for my birthday nor for our usual Christmas party. Every time, my mother looked at me and said we would meet again, one day.
By Em 's8 years ago in Humans
The Red Notebook
"You could use this notebook to write your feelings in, it's a good coping mechanism!" my mother says as she hands me an old and run-down notebook. I remember shaking my head when I saw the coffee stains on the back of it.
By Besa S.8 years ago in Humans
Game Over
They always say “date your best friend” but never tell you the outcome if it ends. You’ll lose your best friend and lover all at once, and it’s the hardest thing ever.
By Libby Heffernan8 years ago in Humans
Loving & Hurting
We make excuses and move the lines that have been crossed time after time to condone the toxicity of our beloved. "They don't understand." "I know what I'm doing." "We are just going through a phase." "I love him/her." The things we say to convince ourselves that they are not hurting us and that things will change.
By Tara x8 years ago in Humans
Silence
You’re not around when I need you to be and I can’t help but feel it’s a repeat. Soon you’ll be gone for a week with no contact and it’ll be like the silence has engulfed me. I’ll be on my own and fighting by myself, but I guess that’s how I’ve been these past few weeks anyway. Waking up, biting my lip, putting on a fake smile so you don’t think I’m sad all the time. Keeping my days busy because you just happen to disappear within a blink of an eye. I understand you’re spending time with family and you are busy but those words keep lingering in my head of the promise you made to be there for me and protect me. I guess this distance has made those words mean nothing. I anticipated this and prepared myself, or at least I thought I did, but in reality… I’ve never struggled more. I have no one to talk to and those who I can have conversations with only awaken once I close my eyes to sleep. The nightmares come more often now but at least they keep me company and thinking about something else other than missing you during the long and cold days.
By Kyana Gani8 years ago in Humans
The Ending of My Love Story
My ex and I have gone through so many different stages of our “relationship.” He would move out of my apartment and come back again. We’d make up as if we never fought. When really, we were walking on eggshells while holding our breath. My ex and I left my apartment and stayed at his found with his family. It seemed like he wanted me to be there so I thought it would be a good idea. No.
By Ameenah M.8 years ago in Humans
Why I Wrote a Love Letter to My Ex
I’ve had a very interesting relationship history, to say the least. There’s very little that women go through in relationships that I haven’t faced. I’ve been cheated on, lied to, disrespected, and abused. I’ve even been dumped for not being rich enough, harassed by crazy exes, and blamed for the attack. I’ve been through it all, you name it.
By Natasha Olufemi8 years ago in Humans
I Tried
Most people, at some point in their lives, will fall in love. They'll find someone that makes them feel something they've never felt before and that someone will almost always not work out once or twice.
By Scoche Ren8 years ago in Humans
Object of Antipathy
Light filters through the gap between the half-drawn curtains, beams stretching out to caress the beads held tight in Sian's hand. Once again, she had woken up before her 8 AM alarm and, once again, she had reached out to feel those worry beads.
By Keenia Dyer-Williams8 years ago in Humans
Love Is to Feel Free
I recently got out of an extremely volatile, toxic, unhealthy relationship with my ex-boyfriend of ten months. Throughout this relationship, I was controlled without realising I was being controlled such as one situation whereby I posted a photograph of myself on social media—in this case, Snapchat, wearing shorts and a t-shirt as the weather was gorgeous outside, and he almost bullied me into taking it down by calling me misogynistic and detrimental names such as slag or slut, and generally bring me down for photographs of myself by calling me hurtful names and this occurred on several occasions, bringing me to my next point of also being ridiculed, taunted, belittled, and degraded within the duration of my relationship in which he would tell me no other boy would want to be with me, find me remotely attractive in any way, tell me only certain types of boys would go for me and just to use me, he would tell me I was too skinny as I am of slim build and would use this against me by calling me 'anorexic' etc., say I looked disgusting without any makeup on, convince me that I really was unattractive by lying to me and telling me his friends thought the exact same thing as he did, and he would just generally verbally abuse me in this way until I found it difficult to look in the mirror without hating what I saw.
By anonymous .8 years ago in Humans
Maintaining Strength & Dignity
We've all been through it before. The perpetual crash after that high you were on that every end of a relationship brings. Some of us never saw it coming, some of us saw the signs but chose to look away, some of us even made the choice to call it quits. Regardless of the situation, there's always one thing that remains: after that pivotal moment, nothing is ever the same. That whole other half is gone and with it all the daily little rituals that you have come to know, love, or possibly hate. The sense of stability or comfort is gone and everything is brand new, in a sense. For many, this is a good thing; a breath of fresh air. I've seen people walk away unscathed, almost like a shrug of the shoulder and they just carry on. I applaud those of you capable of this for it's a feat many of us can't quite conquer. I, unfortunately, have never been one of those people. I've never been able to master the moving on quietly. It's always been a storm or a slap in the face (or a punch in the gut, really). A lot of sleepless nights, a lot of wine, and yes, a lot of tears. One thing I've never been able to figure out is HOW. HOW can I just pick myself up and move on without churning up so much turmoil? I've read countless articles and taken so much advice you think I'd really know by now. You live and you learn, right?
By Brittany 8 years ago in Humans
What I Do When I Am Missing You
First I wear the clothes you let me have of yours. They don't smell like you anymore. They smell like me now. I don't know how I feel about this. I miss you but there has to be some sort of metaphor in your hoodies smelling like me.
By Belle Denka8 years ago in Humans