breakups
When it comes to breakups, pain is inevitable, but Humans thinks that suffering is optional.
Once a Cheater, Not Always a Cheater
Calvin and I had been dating for a year and a half. We were pretty solid. As solid as an 18 and 20 year old can be, at least. I was about to go off to college four hours away and he was staying put. We thought we were ready to take on the distance. A month before I was to leave, he got cold feet. He broke it off and broke my heart. I was sure he was the one and I was devastated. I had lost touch with my high school friends before I even graduated. I knew I was moving off, so I didn’t see the point in counting to try to fit in with them.
By Kate Smith8 years ago in Humans
The Vindictive Ex-Girlfriend
When I started college back in 2008, I was very shy. I didn't know how to talk to women and just seemed to freeze up every time I tried. Well, as they say, practice makes perfect. After about a year and with the help of copious amounts of alcohol, I was practically a social butterfly. Some would even say that in my interactions with the opposite sex, I was a bit of a whore. I wasn't too worried about being labeled as such though. As a young man it's much easier to get away with sexual promiscuity than it is for a woman. Also, I was very much enjoying the newfound female attention I was getting.
By Damien Wood8 years ago in Humans
Breakup With a Bang
On August 1st 2017 my life changed forever. It’s a date that will never leave my head. I was living out my dream. Woke up every morning next to the love of my life, spent the day with our puppy, cooked him dinner every night that we sat at the table to eat, and snuggling before bed. I was nine hours away from my family and friends, but I had everything I needed. Until August 1st. Two days prior we were hanging out on the beach with a bunch of his friends. He sat next to me and told me he couldn’t love me anymore than he already did, why he loved me so much, and that he would never be okay if he were to lose me. Fast forward to a little while later. I went into the freezing cold ocean, got out and hugged him. He was so mad, but it was in a playful way. At first. Right after that I laid on his friend who was laying face down. At that moment I became a whore, and he wouldn’t talk to me or touch me. Three miles from home I had tears rolling down my face as he got nastier and nastier. I stopped the truck in the middle of the road and got out. No shoes, no phone and no clothes. He got into the drivers seat and drove home. When I was about halfway home a stranger let me use their phone. One of his friends came and got me, and brought me home. The next day he had duty, and I received a text saying he wanted me to pack my things and move back home. I couldn’t wrap my head around how my fairytale turned into a nightmare. I went to the store and bought sleeping pills, and ended up taking the entire box that night, waking up every hour or so and taking more. August 1st. I woke up for good around 5am. As soon as I opened my eyes I was looking at the 45 on the bedside table. I picked it up and held it up to my head, with tears streaming down my face, barely able to breathe. The metal felt cold against my temple. I tried to pull the trigger, but I couldn’t. I went to the kitchen and grabbed my bottle of sangria, brought it back to my room and drank the whole thing. Then I drank a bottle of wine. At 830 AM I left the house to go to the gas station for another bottle of wine. At this point his friend that I talked to every day knew I wasn’t doing well emotionally, and came to the house. He sat on the ground next to me while I drank my wine out of the bottle and cried. He asked me for the gun, but I couldn’t give it to him. I told him if I was going to pull the trigger, I would have by now. Every time I put the gun to my head I would cry even harder, thinking about how it was our dog, Bubba’s, first birthday, and how he didn’t deserve that. Almost immediately after his friend left, I started getting calls from the man I loved. I ignored them all and he texted me freaking out, telling me not to touch the guns, and that he was on the way. I don’t remember much more after this, because I had drank so much. I remember him showing up, walking into our room, and trying to forcefully grab the gun out of my hand. I remember the sound it made as it went off. I remember the fear that overcame my body, and when I turned my head to see the damage, I looked right through my hand, that was missing a chunk. I remember him screaming for his friend to call 911. I remember him grabbing a towel, wrapping my hand tightly, and holding it above my head while I just screamed. I remember begging him to come with me to the hospital and the fact that he didn’t. I remember laying in bed with more morphine than you can imagine being pumped into my body with a hole in my hand, a broken heart, and the regret of not pulling the trigger earlier. While I was in the hospital he packed all of my things, and my best friend, mother and aunt went and got it all, as well as picking up Bubba. After surgery I came right back home to Rhode Island, and haven’t heard from him since. He may have “saved my life” but in reality, he took it.
By Amanda Cleveland8 years ago in Humans
Letter To the Man Who Can't Fix Me
November 29, 2017 You make me feel so small. You make me feel like I can't ever be fixed. You look at me like you want out. I know you do. You feel stuck. You don't want to stay, just like I knew you never would. Just like nobody ever does. I'm not worth the effort and the time and the fight. I ask you for too much. It's not fair. Why would you make sacrifices and change things about yourself just to be with me, when you have so many other options? I'm a lost cause. I love too hard and too fast and it's smothering you and I'm sorry that you can't handle it.
By Stella Nova8 years ago in Humans
Goodbye To My Narcissistic Abuser
How do you get over four years of loving someone with every last fiber of your being? How do you go on knowing that this nightmare is real? How do you stop the tears that just seem to keep falling? How do you watch the person you once considered to be your everything disappear and be replaced with someone you don't know? How do you get over the loss of what you had always hoped would be a forever deal? How do you tell yourself not to love that person anymore? How do you tell your heart that it's over for good even though your head has known it was for some time? How do you tell your mind that every kiss, every hug, and every intimate moment you shared was all built on lies? How do you watch the one you once loved love someone else? How do you get over every moment of laughter? How do you get over the struggles and the heartaches the both of you once shared? How do you survive the loss of your best friend? How do you explain to others how you feel so that they can truly understand and respond appropriately? How do you say goodbye to all of your yesterdays? How do you know what (if anything) was real and what was fake? How do you train yourself to not think about that person? How do you teach yourself to no longer care?
By Phoenix Cobain8 years ago in Humans
Brutes
“Seph!” Ross rang her doorbell repeatedly in a furious rage. “Open the door, Seph!” When there was no answer, Ross resorted to banging on the door. He couldn’t wait. He’d been waiting and trying and failing miserably for almost two years now, and finally he knew why.
By Dylan Balde8 years ago in Humans
The 10 Stages of Heartbreak
You’ve come here because the deed has been done. And it’s horrible, and it’s the worst but everyone at some point in life experiences it. Love comes under the same neurological functioning that processes drugs, it is a literal addiction. So let’s learn how to wean off.
By Cherry Cola8 years ago in Humans
Something About Your Love
When you want to say goodbye but you don't want to, you have to face the reality that you need to force yourself to leave for the better. You want to see the sunrise in the mornings but instead you only see your shadow from the cloud. It seems to never go away, it is there from dusk till dawn.
By Emily Buehner8 years ago in Humans
