breakups

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

Temporary Infinity
Isaiah, I am sad, and this sucks. Reasons for the suckiness are: I miss you. You were my boyfriend, and now we can barely speak to each other.
By Almárëa Laurësil8 years ago in Humans
I Loved Once
There was once a time when I thought that love just wasn't for me. Dating had always seemed to end in nothing, but disaster. I think at some point or anothe,r we all have one bad date or another. For me, they all seemed to end up in the gutter. Even if the guy ended up nice, there always seemed to be some secret they hid until a few weeks into the relationship. And let me tell you I have dated them all: cheaters, beaters, druggies, drug dealers, and yes even an eater or two. However, with some of the other things life had thrown my way nothing seemed to faze me one bit until this last serious boyfriend.
By Alyssa Horn8 years ago in Humans
Acceptance, Forgiving and Letting Go
Your process of moving on and letting go shouldn't be measured by how long you've been holding on. Despite of how long or short it was, you're allowed to feel sad because you've been hurt regardless of whatever reason it is. Your feelings are valid and I don't think there is any secret formula on how to move on faster. You just gotta do your best and trust the process, I think the best thing you can do is probably learn from it and appreciate the experience you had because at some point you were very happy with that person.
By Sharra Llenos8 years ago in Humans
The Story Of Me and Then the Story Of Us
They say middle school is always the worst, kids who were innocent leave with sailor mouths and bad breath, kids who thought hot wheels were cool leave with resin on their lips, kids who used to care leave dissociated. I left with knowing what a little piece of metal felt like and the reality of moving away from any of the people that would be intuitive enough to pull my sleeves up.
By Anonymous Local8 years ago in Humans
What the Most Hurtful Relationship of My Life Taught Me
I was 18 and so he. We met at a local metal show and I was there to see someone I was currently crushing on perform. His band went first in the show and he sat at the drums like a ship’s captain facing dark skies at the helm of his vessel. I was immediately caught off guard by how beautiful this person was. There was this shine in his eyes reminding me of kindness and warmth. In November’s cold, he illuminated the hollowed out parts of me caused by months of denying any feeling at all for another human. Essentially, upon meeting him, I knew things would be different for a while.
By Hollyann Jagodzinski8 years ago in Humans
Toxic Relationships Aren't Always So Easy to Escape
A few years ago, if you would've asked me how I would describe depression, I would've said it was for weak people and that it couldn't be real. I couldn't understand how someone could let themselves be mentally consumed in the idea that you're incapable of controlling your emotions and that you're completely helpless. It wasn't until this year (2017) that I was actually able to say I have suffered through depression.
By He He8 years ago in Humans
An Open Letter to My Cheating (Ex?) Husband
In every fairytale, there’s always the evil step-mother or the big bad witch that comes between Prince Charming and the naive simple girl bound to fall in love. In our fairytale, you were charming and I was certainly naive in every sense and fashion to the point of believing every sweet, fib-tainted word uttered into my ear late at night. That fairytale was my dream, my plan, my hope... as it turns out, it wasn’t a fairytale at all. It was just another lie you told me.
By Kellen Kearns8 years ago in Humans
Naïve
Sweet. Innocent. Young. Naïve. The perfect target. She hadn’t gotten the chance to experience real love, but she knew what it felt like to really, really like someone. So you took your chance. You were charming, deceitful, older, and misleading. You knew what to say, how to say it, and when to say it. You knew you could catch her attention and you did. She didn’t know you, but she wanted to. You were mysterious, you seemed like a bad boy and all girls are suppose to go for the bad ones, right? Make them fall in love. All girls want to be the one that the bad boy changes for. But let’s be realistic, you weren’t looking to be changed. You just wanted to have a little fun. And I hope you got what you wanted because God knows she didn’t see what was coming. You opened your arms and provided her with what seemed like genuine affection. And with a tongue like a snake’s you lured her in with your smooth and fallacious words. She wasn’t sure how she felt, but she knew it was different and you were right there to convince her that these feelings were her love for you and that they were good. You spent enough time and effort on her to gain her trust and build up her feelings and then you stopped, only putting in enough to keep her around for when you wanted her. Even though you paid minimal attention to her when she wanted to talk but gave her your 100% anytime she offered herself to you, she still told herself that you loved her. You built her up when she doubted you, when she started to see you for who you really were you convinced her that she was wrong and that she was overthinking, or worrying too much and that she should be thankful for you. And when she’d agree, you’d let her fall back down. You made her light up and right when she thought she meant something to you, you blew out her light. You left her crying alone in her room on nights she questioned your feelings towards her. You left her feeling empty when she saw you touch and flirt with other girls. Of course you said they were just friends. She thought maybe she was doing something wrong, maybe she needed to try harder, maybe she needed to look prettier, maybe she needed to dress sexier. She gave you her everything, her mind, body, and soul. And you couldn’t even give her proper love after you were done using her. You had her begging and pleading for attention or acknowledgement. Anything to make her feel like she mattered. In the time it took you to gain her love, it took even longer for her to realize that you didn’t actually want her. Those words, “I love you,” meant nothing coming from you. Her first love was her first heartbreak. You used her, abused her, damaged her. And while she’s here clinging to the last bits of her heart that she has left, you are just fine. You got all the fun you wanted. You made her believe that you were the love she had been waiting to experience. She figured out it was all just a lie when you began to just lose interest. But in actuality you were never interested. And this sweet, innocent, and naïve girl was still young. But she felt as if she had aged 1,000 years. The stress, worry, fear, sadness, it ate at her from the inside out. She may be young, but her youth has been stolen from her. And after you’ve thrown her away, she knows more. But she would exchange what she has learned in her time with you for the naïve and happy girl she used to be. If this was love; bitter, deceptive, one-sided, and heart-wrenching. She wanted no part of it.
By Jo Renee8 years ago in Humans
I Wasn’t Ready
It all started a few months ago; I was at a coffee shop and witnessed a girl spill her drink. When I saw her, my heart skipped a beat. I could feel my boiling, viscous, blood ascending towards my rosy cheeks and forehead, only furthering their bright red color. To say I was nervous is an understatement—my chest felt like sheet iron and my throat tightened like a noose, barely allowing enough room to breathe, let alone speak. After spending more time than I would care to admit convincing myself to relax and act confident, I finally approached her: the girl who quickly invaded my thoughts and instantly had an unyielding vice on my heart. I desperately scoured my brain trying to conjure up something witty and cute to say in hopes of seeing her gorgeous lips trace themselves into a smile. Without even touching me, this girl I hadn’t even met yet put me in a strangle hold and refused to let go, even after I tried to tap out. Unfortunately, my nerves quickly got the best of me, and I walked past her without any attempt at a conversation. However, as I looked over my shoulder and realized nobody even acknowledged the incident, I rushed back to help her clean it up.
By [email protected]8 years ago in Humans
My Non-Happy Ever Afters With My Exes
I have chosen to present myself as a Mrs, even though I am single and have never been married in my life. Since I was a teenager I have forever been a die hard fan of romance and true love, but by living in this reality, I have realised that things are way harder than we think they are. For me, the hardest part has been to accept myself as a woman who has no need of a man that will make her feel strong and ready to live life fearlessly (of course, if that even exists as a word). But, weirdly enough, I do prefer to be still a Mrs., my own Mrs.
By Mrs Wander8 years ago in Humans
It's Been Two Days
You know when you get the enormous rush of feelings? Oh, just a hurricane coming straight at you and the only thing you can do is run. But no, no, NO, running is not an option here because the hurricane is much faster than you and it will swallow you up.
By Random Thoughts8 years ago in Humans
Mum, I'm in Love with a Gaslighter
Names have been changed to protect identities of people in this story, but everything is raw and real. I am telling this story on behalf of a very close friend. They have given me permission to tell their story as my first article as they feel it is important to recognize someone may be a victim of gaslighting regardless of age or gender.
By justwingit.kim .8 years ago in Humans