breakups

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

What I Would Tell You
It started when you first told me you found a job in a city an hour away. Knowing you were going to be apart from me hurt. We had a plan, you would stay for me since I had 8 months left of school and then the next year I would follow you where ever you wanted to go. You messed up the plan and so I had to make a new one. I planned it out so that it would work I mean you were only an hour away and if I needed you I could see you. Plus I would see you every weekend and once the 8 months was over I could move near you. It hurt but I believed we would survive until you told me you were leaving to work up north.
By Hayli Pearce8 years ago in Humans
How to Love
How do you love someone instead of worship them? How would I know, I only use people or worship the ground they walk on. It's how I came to be alone with only a few close friends. I used to be the nicest person ever. No one ever hated me, throughout high school I was just the quiet girl that would hang out with you when you needed a friend and not tell a sole what was told to me. I would never start anything and I believed that everyone got what was coming to them, so imagine my surprise when my life was exploding and I was seriously considering not being alive anymore. Well it would be a whole lot easier because I wouldn't have to deal with anything. I would be free from all the pain and misery I brought upon myself. But that would be so unfair to the people I love, even if I did disappoint everyone I've ever cared about.
By Hayli Pearce8 years ago in Humans
My Romance
I have never been one to believe in love, never liked the idea of depending on someone else, however that doesn't mean because I didn't like the idea of relationships doesn't mean I was a virgin. For me, relationships were all about fun, friends with benefits was as serious as I got about a person. But it had been a while since I had had sex so one drunken night I signed up to Tinder. I had absolutely no clue how to use it and so in my drunken state I began to swipe, not entirely sure whether I knew the right was to swipe but I gave it ago. The next morning I woke up to many notifications on my phone from matches and messages I received, however since I was sober I had no courage to message anyone back. About two weeks went by and I had continued to swipe yet had not gained the courage to reply to a message. Then one day I told myself to stop being such a baby, I had signed up to Tinder to meet someone who I could have fun with and I would never meet them if I didn't reply, so I told myself the next person to message me I would reply. So I waited for the notification to say I had a message and so it did and I made myself reply, nothing too much just a simple "hey". And so that "hey" began the best year of my life. The lad that I started to message, let's call him Tom, he was the sweetest person I had ever spoken to. He always asked me about myself, he listened to me when I needed someone to talk to but the problem was he said (from the beginning) that he only did serious relationships and I had never had one before. But we carried on speaking and after a few weeks of messages we decided to meet up. Now the problem here was he lived about 3 hours away on the train and so it would have been a lot for him to come down for a few hours and then go home, so I asked my mum and she agreed he could stay at my house for a few days while I got to know him. Now I'm quite an awkward person especially around new people, so as I walked to the train station to meet him I was so nervous. I had a million thoughts running round my head, I was sweating and I couldn't speak, but as I walk up to the station I see this gorgeous man standing waiting for me and I no longer felt nervous. He made me feel so comfortable around him right from the beginning so that there was no awkward silence. And so that night we had our first kiss, we were sat on my bed watching The Walking Dead and he just cupped my face in his hands and kisses me, it was slow and beautiful and it gave me butterflies. And that night I lay in his arms and I felt so happy. Now we didn't have sex the first time he came to visit because he didn't want me to think that that was all he was after so he made me wait. Then it became a regular thing for him to come down every week for 2 nights, and quickly our relationship became serious. Within six months he had moved in with me and my mum, and a couple of months after that we got a puppy together. Everything seemed to be going amazing; yes we argued but we always worked it out, when it came down to it he was the man I loved and I would have done anything for him. We decided that we wanted to live alone and to test run it we went on holiday for two weeks to see if we could manage and it was perfect. A holiday full of sun and love, we had so much time together but the perfection didn't last. Not long after we got back of holiday I came across some messages from another girl (he had used my phone for Facebook and it switched accounts all the time), so I'm sat there on my couch thinking I don't know this girl, why is she messaging me. Turns out Tom's Facebook had switched accounts and it was his messages. So I did what anyone else would do in that situation and I read everything and sobbed my heart out. How could my perfect boyfriend who I was so in love with be cheating on me? And so that day when he came home I asked him and his answer was "he forgot about it", yeah like that's possible, but I asked him was there anyone else he said "no", and so a few horrible weeks passed and I started to forgive him. I mean after all he hadn't actually slept with her. So we carry on like we were before hand, planning things together buying presents as it was both our birthdays and our one year anniversary coming up. Tom's birthday is first and I thought I would spoil him, buy him something he really wants and so I bought the Nintendo Switch with a case and games and other items to go with it, he got spoilt. About a few after his birthday I found out he had cheated again, however this one wasn't the original girl, this girl was before the one I had found out about. And so we broke up but this wasn't something that I wanted to happen. I wanted to work through it after all I had given him a year of my life but more importantly he was the love of my life. He made me feel special and loved but at the same time he made me feel like I wasn't good enough. And so here I am writing out this story of my life on my anniversary and wondering how to get my boy back because even though he cheated he still is and always will be the love of my life.
By B J8 years ago in Humans
A Beautiful Girl
Through tumultuous times a plenty Through seas and oceans of despair Rejoice heart because you are free Rejoice mind for you are alone
By Abdullah Masood8 years ago in Humans
Falling, then Being Broken, by Love
I’m gonna make this as sweet as I can. Even though my tale isn’t sweet at all. I met him at work, I won’t use names because even his name haunts me. We always shared glances at each other, then somehow exchanged Snapchats and it went from there.
By Megan Rask8 years ago in Humans
Twenty-fifth of October
The stain of love Is upon the world. Yellow, yellow yellow My heart broke on the twenty-fifth of October and I don’t think that day will ever be the same again. Twenty-fifth, twenty, t-t-twenty; all bad things begin with T. Terrible. Tornadoes and terrorists and toads, taxidermy and tummy ache and Tracey Sheck from year two who ripped the head off my Barbie.
By Georgie Cox8 years ago in Humans
When You Love Someone, It Is Ok To Give Up
Recently I was scrolling through my timeline on Facebook and I saw this photo, it said, "When you love someone you don't give up, ever." I stopped for a moment and thought about that. Normally in a healthy relationship I would agree. In an abusive one though, this sentiment is like a jail sentence.
By Janet Rhodes8 years ago in Humans
The Effects of Infidelity
I am constantly tormented by the end of my last relationship. If my husband calls to say he will be home a little late from work, I convince myself I can hear a woman laughing in the background during the phone call, even though I know I can't hear anything but my husband telling me he loves me. I can even be mean when he gets home, so convinced am I by his cheating. If he accidentally pocket-dials me I listen intently for minutes on end, just in case I hear another woman's voice. I hold immense hatred for all of his ex-girlfriends. If he goes away with his friends, I convince myself he is on holiday with another woman. I have been known to check his phone.
By Katie B8 years ago in Humans
The Emptiness (Part 2)
("The Emptiness" Part 1 here.) How do you deal with the ruining of a friendship? You fell for them but they fell for someone else. You say your goodbyes and now you're crying. Trying to deal with the consequences of never saying you liked them early on, like an idiot trying to ski down the Italian Alps. Running into trees, going over the cliffs, plummeting to your death. But you remember you're in the office with others around you trying to not cry like a little girl, making mistakes is a part of life, you let someone go who you feel for. It was for your own good, the pain wasn't good for you, but this new pain it feels worse than the anxious pain. Which is worse? Anxious pain or the grief of letting the one you have feelings for go? They almost feel of the same level of pain just a different kind of pain. Craving their arms around you, their lips on yours, and their body between your legs. However, this isn't possible due to the anxiety within. It stopped everything and ruined the potential relationship and ruins the already friendship. How long until the plummeting to death ends? Does it come to an end when someone new comes along? Or does it end when you hit the ground? Either way, all that is known is that the pain will end one way or another with another or with acceptance. Now is the time to try and move on, to find yourself within, know who you are and what it is you want out of life. The focusing of life, those goals that you have, those are the things that matter. It's difficult, though, isn't it? This innate need to have someone is more of a want; humans are self sufficient, able to move along life and become powerful in their own way.
By R.A. Hudson8 years ago in Humans
My Letter to You
Hey, I’m writing this to let you know how you changed me and the effect you had on me and you continue to have on me. At first, I realized how great of a brother you are and I guess where the initial attraction started, once I got talking to you more, I fell. I struggle with God and with finding a boy that will genuinely care for me. One of my favorite things to do is have deep conversations, so when we had deep conversations about God, even though they weren’t that long, I was even more attracted to you because you were so intelligent and so helpful. I assumed nothing would happen because nothing ever has gone right. But then something happened. You asked me to hang out. I was hopeful that something would happen, but I knew nothing would ever happen.
By AnnaG S8 years ago in Humans
Wasted Words, Are They Not?
I was thinking that maybe you didn't actually understand the way I felt. I liked you more than you could have possibly known.
By Summer Clarke8 years ago in Humans
My First Heartbreak
This is my story about how I met the one at the wrong time. My first heartbreak was one of the biggest learning experiences I’ve had so far. I didn't realize how emotionally damaging this relationship was until I left it. I loved him, I really did, and I know he loved me. But, not a single relationship is perfect. As being only 20 years old, I still have a hell of a lot of growing up to do. I've known this boy for seven years, but we only dated for ten months. In my opinion, it should have ended long before then. We’ve broken up twice before we truly ended. At the time, I thought I was the one that needed to change; I was the one that needed to be the better partner. But in reality it was him, but I know that he was emotionally able to be a boyfriend. I was so wrapped up in our relationship that I didn't think I could live without him. The first time he broke up with me, I was in shock and I was truly heartbroken. I was begging for him not to go. I was laying in bed that night with the worst ache in my chest. That was the first and only time he broke my heart, because even though we got back together, he never mended my heart again. Two weeks later, he broke up with me again, and I wanted nothing to do with him anymore. I felt that I was actually able to breathe again. Those two weeks we were together again, I would cry almost every day in fear that he would break up with me again. I would try and do everything I could to show I was a good girlfriend and that I was worth keeping. When we broke up the second time, I felt so relieved and happy. I had made an appointment to dye my hair blonde, made plans to actually hang out with my friends again, and focus on school. I hardly cried. I thought that I was stronger until he texted me two days later asking if we could talk. I felt fear but also excitement. I thought this was a sign that we were meant to be together. I quickly agreed and I saw him the next morning. This part is hard for me to think about, even today. I knew I should have let him go. He bought me flowers to apologize and to reassure me. I thought that we were going to be OK now. But my trust in him was gone no matter how hard I tried to trust him. Every day I would be so anxious that he was going to leave me again. The next few months were actually OK, but still, he wasn't emotionally there. I would be crying and he would sit their and ignore me most of the times. I thought that I was crazy and a bad girlfriend. I knew how unhealthy this was, but I couldn't talk to him about it. Then, unfortunately, I went into an episode of sadness/depression. I knew it was because of our relationship, but I couldn’t tell him that. I had to leave this relationship but I didn't want to lose him. I was terrified. A week or two after that, he started acting weird and I knew he was going to break up with me. I didn't want to lose him but I knew we had to break up. The games he played weren't fair to me nor to him. Finally, I told him I was done. I have never felt so relived. Although I was scared to lose him, I now love myself and I knew I needed to leave. I mended my own broken heart on my own. I love him and I always will, and I hope that one day we find each other again. With loving him, I figured out how to love myself and I am embracing it.
By Bhreagh P8 years ago in Humans