breakups

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

The First Cut
It was my first love that screwed me, literally and emotionally. I was completely taken by him from the first time we sat next to each other in drama class.
By Victoria Lee8 years ago in Humans
Nephi
First thing first... finding pizza to deliver out here sucks. I picked a terrible spot to run away to. My husband and I got into a fight and remember my last post where I said running away wasn't cool? Yeah well, I ran away. It wasn't until an hour down the road when I said to myself, "Shit. I'm such a hypocrite". Now, this isn't my first time, when I get so riled up and talking isn't working, I just leave.
By Allisson Gera8 years ago in Humans
Stranger
I was 15 when I went to my new school, and I just broke up with my boyfriend of 3 months. As a sophomore with this new founded freedom, I acquired this sense of adventure and curiosity. After adjusting to my schedule, I met a lot of new people , however, there was one person that was stranger than most. When I first saw him I knew he was going to be in my life and change it forever.
By Lee Garcia8 years ago in Humans
Teen Pregnancy
She stared at him. Just stared. His blank expression a vibrant array of all she had dreamt they would become. She stared at him as her whole world crumbled at the thought of what could have been. Eyes swollen with tears, she backed away unable to make out where she was going. She was lost in all sense of its being. She had lost the most precious person in her life.
By Kayla Starr8 years ago in Humans
The Girl, Part Two
Phil was everything to me. But he blew it. I hope he knows that, now. He didn't understand at first, but I hope he's come to realise it. He wasn't able to give me what I needed. He was neglectful as a boyfriend for the last six months we were together; he never used to be like that but he changed. When he moved back home, to Lancaster, he became distant. He didn't seem to care about me. If I called him, he often didn't answer. If I left a message he rarely got back to me. When I texted him it took him hours, sometimes days to respond.
By Kate Edwards8 years ago in Humans
La Douleur Exquise
The heart wrenching pain of loving someone who is unattainable: La Douleur Exquise. The words when spoken have such a beautiful sound to them. The feeling and the sorrow they carry might be as equally beautiful in their own tragedy.
By Laura Sibley8 years ago in Humans
Thank You
A letter to the first person I ever loved. Dear Love, Thank you. Thank you for being with me, making me happy, making me feel wanted. But also, thank you for breaking my heart.
By Emberleigh Mae8 years ago in Humans
The Girl
I think about Laura every day. It's been just over six months but I still see her face whenever I close my eyes. It's true what they say; you really don't know what you've got until it's gone. I know I messed things up and I didn't treat her the way I should have. I know all that. And it's too late. But it doesn't mean I don't still love her.
By Kate Edwards8 years ago in Humans
The Last Selfie
Steam billowed behind her through the open bathroom door. She tightened the towel across her chest and padded to the bedroom. The scent of furniture polish and Airwick mingled with the lingering scent of her bubble bath. She dabbed her pink skin gently with the towel and reached for the jar of La Mer on the thrift store dressing table she’d bought that morning. She breathed in it’s soft aroma. Half the jar was gone already, she’d have to use it sparingly in future. But tonight warranted something special. She massaged the lotion into her skin in slow circular motions. Her hands were tight and red, her shoulders ached, but every surface of the apartment gleamed. She closed her eyes and sighed with satisfaction. She wrapped herself in her cashmere robe and went into the living room, taking time to drink in the freshly vacuumed carpet and battered pine coffee table. Her eyes fell on the bottle - the only dusty thing left in her new home. She smirked as she remembered the day it was bought. The vendor in his white gloves guiding them through the maze of oak casks to the “special selection”- rows of dark dusty bottles lying in cushioned racks, and the crown jewel, resting in it’s own lined casket. The vendor hovered his hand over the bottle. He spoke with her husband in reverential tones about tannins and bouquets. She had stifled a yawn. This wasn’t how she had expected their honeymoon in Venice to be. The Vendor had explained that they could import specific dust to adorn the bottle. Her snort of laughter had been silenced by their glares. When they spoke of the price, she baulked.
By Hazel Hitchins8 years ago in Humans
Healing Heart
Hello, I hope you have been well. I'm writing this letter which will never be sent for various reasons. I just wanted to let my thoughts down because I realized I have much to thank you for.
By Jessy Brindley8 years ago in Humans
Breakfast with the Ex (Part 1)
There we are. Sitting in silence. Me trying to hold my anger in, shoveling waffles stuffed with eggs and cheese into my mouth. I was hoping that would keep me from blurting, "You're an ass" across the table. I swirled my blueberry compote around my plate; I wondered how many people thought my food choice was odd. This is my life right now. Sitting across from my ex/roommate/baby daddy, I realized what an odd situation I was in.
By Veronica Orsayne8 years ago in Humans
The Broken-Hearted and the Breaker-Upper
Breakups are messy, and perhaps at their very core, far from graceful. It is the declaration that your freely given "yes" to walking with another — choosing to have them in your life as your preferential companion — has turned into a "no." It seems that a lot of good comes from risking a "yes," from allowing something to be born, to be fulfilled, for an adventure to take root. So how can a breakup, a "no," that sudden ripping apart of a promise, be done with grace? Relationships are perplexingly unique. Perhaps your relationship was rooted in few promises, and your emptiness at the loss is about the same as before. Perhaps you were broken up with and, because when feelings are involved, you are now heartbroken and must wait out the unavoidable pain. Perhaps the breakup was mutual (on some level I'd say most probably are, at least to an extent), or perhaps you were the one to take that step and broke up with them. I find this position interesting: being the breaker upper — the one who decided, for whatever reason(s), it wasn't meant to be, or was not leading to fulfillment and must come to an end, and actually committed that perfect crime. Here are just some perspectives/bits of advice on this for the breaker uppers that I'd like to throw out there:
By Brit8 years ago in Humans