breakups
When it comes to breakups, pain is inevitable, but Humans thinks that suffering is optional.
Guarded: The Story that Messed Me Up for Years
It all started over a year ago when my boyfriend, Peter, broke up with me. This was a very, very hard time for me. He and I remained friends, which wasn't a bad thing. During this break up… LITERALLY a few days after, if that, another guy messaged me, Collin. I already knew this guy because he was Peter’s friend from church. I had met him in the past and we DID NOT get along… at all. He was a jerk. He was horrible and even just thinking about it makes me almost cry. He would do and say things to me that would make me break down. It got to the point where my family saw how much it was hurting me, and I was not allowed to be in the same room or even building as him. He was AWFUL. However, looking back on it, after every tease or remark, he would look at me like he knew something. Anyways, back to the story.
By Lauren Rolf8 years ago in Humans
iCheat
I could sit here and write you an article similar to How to Lose a Guy in Ten Days but I'm not I’m going to tell you about the time I found out my boyfriend had a new girlfriend through Facebook. Meeting him felt like a movie, the slow-motion walk and the firework-like connection. That's the feeling you get when you meet someone who is going to change your life, he was life changing, just maybe not in the way I expected. I don’t think I could ever hate him, I hate that he wasn’t sorry, I hate that I’ll never truly forget him and I hate that I'll never hate him. There are five stages of grief, the first is denial and isolation, the second is anger. The third stage is bargaining, the fourth stage is depression, and the fifth and final stage is acceptance. Personally, I think eating a shitload of chocolate and Chinese food can replace most of those stages.
By Tara Harrison8 years ago in Humans
How to Fix a Broken Heart
We’ve all been there, or at least one day we will be. A heartbreak can be spotted anywhere. From middle school to national television, heartbreaks are everywhere. The problem is that sometimes we have a hard time figuring out how to mend our broken hearts. It’s common for humans to think that we will never love again or after the break up, we don’t want to love again. But in all honesty, it takes time. To get over a heartbreak, you must accept the pain, distract yourself, and find hope for the future.
By Jessica Henry8 years ago in Humans
Why You Lost Me
There are many reasons why a person gives up on another person. Maybe it’s just not worth fighting for anymore. Maybe it’s a toxic relationship. Relationships are friendships, lovers, family members, etc. Whatever it may be, there are two sides to every story. Both sides will think that they are right, even though they’re both wrong and right all at once. Recently I’ve come to terms with the fact that I’m not a good friend to people who treat me poorly. I’m not saying people have always treated me poorly, because at one point I was obviously their friend for a reason. Maybe the time has changed.
By Samantha Londo8 years ago in Humans
Why a Break Won’t Break Me
I’ll admit that in the last few days, I have spent most of my alone time sobbing and my time in public trying not to. Then, one day it stopped. I had realized that just like you needed a break to better yourself, I could do the same. I took my alone time and turned it into inspiration, and here’s a few things I’ve learned.
By Angela Smatana8 years ago in Humans
Burning Bridges
I will never forget burning your clothes. You left our apartment and ran to the arms of another girl, leaving me alone in a place filled with all of your things and nothing but memories of what was, could have been, and never would be. I was filled with so much rage and sadness when I created the pile of all the nonessentials you had left. I thought I could make that place my home, if I could just reduce you to nothing but a pile in the living room, but all the pile did was remind me that the place I WAS in that WE WERE in, was exactly that. Just a place filled with I and not WE. I hated that pile. That fucking pile that of failed love. That fucking pile proving to me over and over, that I was alone, had been left, that loving me wasn’t worth it.
By Angela Bullard8 years ago in Humans
