breakups

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

Letter to My Ex
To my ex: The times that I think about you get less and less. I am 99.9 percent over you. The .1 percent I don't think will ever go away. I will always have love for you. But I am not in love with you. I also don't care for you the way I did anymore. It still amazes me that someone who was such a big part of your life just becomes a face you know in the crowd and distant memories. That you go from talking every second of every day before you even got together, to not talking at all.
By Collen Patrice8 years ago in Humans
Is It My Fault?
So I met this guy, let's call him... Denny. I met Denny through Instagram, and he followed me, so I followed him back, then he added me on Snapchat and started talking to me. At first I was like okay.....
By Maya Camren8 years ago in Humans
Sleep Fast
"And grief still feels like fear. Perhaps, more strictly, like suspense. Or like waiting; just hanging about waiting for something to happen. It gives life a permanently provisional feeling. It doesn't seem worth starting anything. I can't settle down. I yawn, fidget, I smoke too much. Up till this I always had too little time. Now there is nothing but time. Almost pure time, empty successiveness." ~C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed~
By Estelle T8 years ago in Humans
Dear Love {That Isn't to Be}
There is so much I wish to say to you in person. But since this cannot be, I will try my best to adequately express my feelings and thoughts via this letter.
By J. R.8 years ago in Humans
Oh Valentine's Day, a Dirty Vixen of Excitement and Disappointment
Now, I know I'm posting two days late, but I wasted an hour of my time and I'll steal some of yours if you... take... this... bait... 🤔🤗😅😚
By Rowan Buckton8 years ago in Humans
Dear Love {I'm Still Grieving}
The title says it all. Sorta. Well, not really. Ya know why not? Because my heart is still so full. There are so many words just aching to be spilled in ink—the result of a bleeding and broken heart.
By J. R.8 years ago in Humans
@Michael
Somewhere in between the lines of “I love you” and “I hate you,” your name tickles my tongue. I could never hate you, but I hate what you’ve done to me. I hate that no matter what I do or who I’m with, I never feel like myself anymore. I’m always haunted by the ghosts of “what could have been,” and they haunt me every time I try to sleep. I never feel like myself because I was myself only when I was with you, and now that you’re away, I am nothing but a shell of what I never wanted to be.
By 𝕊𝕠𝕦𝕝8 years ago in Humans
How to Push Through the Breakup
I know. Breakups suck. Well, guess what? As hard as it is to admit it, they are necessary for you to become stronger as a person, and important for you to be able to really get to know yourself. "That's easy for you to say!" Yes, it is easy because I went through one as well, and I know the positive outcome of it. First, let me tell you my story. (If you want to skip the rather long story, just scroll down. I will put the lesson part of this article in CAPS so you don't have to scan through to hear me out.)
By Nabeel Awad8 years ago in Humans
What's Next After a Breakup?
So, the relationship is finally over. Who knew it was this easy? No pain and no tears, yet. I think breakups are much easier if it was "mutual" or if one person lies and agrees that this is the best decision thus making this supposed-to-be sad ordeal worth it. After all, you guys haven't even talked about the future or indicted that there was one. He wanted endless sex with little to no regular conversation, and the exchange of gifts only on holidays; family visits were totally off limits, except for that one time his mom (who has a key his bro-pad) walked in on you giving his morning wood a kiss, he had no choice but to introduce you. You wanted marriage, kids, and trips around the world with the one person you held so close to your heart.
By Taya Vincent8 years ago in Humans
Monsters Don't Hide Underneath Beds
It’s crazy growing up, watching movies and truly believing in the idea of ‘the one’. That someone out there in the world was made just for you. That meeting this person will bring you complete happiness, bring you to your true potential. It’s what I used to believe in, straight out of high school, young and dumb like the rest of them. I was head over heels for older guys. In and out of short lived relationships, foolishly believing that one of these mistakes was supposed to mean something. That I would find the one.
By Alexis T8 years ago in Humans
The Main Attraction
There is nothing like a warm, summer night date at the drive-in theater; car windows down, the mouth-watering scent of hot, buttered popcorn filling the air and children running through the gravel parking lot, occasionally getting clothes-lined by a speaker wire. I was eighteen and had been dating Bill for about six months. He was your typical Indiana farm boy, always clad in faded, Levi jeans, a button down plaid shirt thrown over a crisp, white muscle shirt and worn, leather cowboy boots. Like most of the guys in our small town, Bill drove a pick-up truck outfitted with a lift kit, chrome roll bar and sitting atop enormous, monster truck sized tires. Being a petite girl, at just over five feet tall, Bill had to lift me into the truck or I had to scale the beast myself.
By Edwina Caito8 years ago in Humans
The Trick
It was early October 2017 and I had come home from work and there was a woman in my home. My ex roomates brought her back here and they were drinking beer. These dudes were treating her like crap and I overheard that she wanted to settle down and raise a family.
By Bryan Delorme8 years ago in Humans