breakups
When it comes to breakups, pain is inevitable, but Humans thinks that suffering is optional.
Curse Lingers
Should I even be upset? I mean I should have known what would happen next. Ok, This is the deal Mr. Cupid. Since you must know; I was riding in the car with a friend, his wife and their daughter, whom I call my niece. We were going to her gymnastic class for the afternoon.
By Art Creeps9 years ago in Humans
5 Things to Help Un-Break Your Heart, Once He Broke It
One of the worst things to go through in life is a break-up. You can be in a relationship with someone whom you believed to be "the one" and they suddenly turn around and rip your heart out of your chest. You are left feeling weak in the knees for all the wrong reasons when you were once feeling weak in the knees for all the right reasons.
By Beth Gibbons9 years ago in Humans
An Open Letter To My First Love
My first breakup was almost 3 years ago. I was 15 and in what felt like love with my best friend. Heartbreak is a difficult thing to describe unless the person you are explaining it to has experienced it themselves. I've gone through a fair number of things in my brief 18 years, none of which I will divulge here, but my first breakup is still the cause of the most pain that I have ever felt.So this is to you, an open letter.I highly doubt that you will read it, but I'd like to start by pleading that you read until the end, I'm not bitter anymore, I'd just like a favour, for the good times we had, as friends, and whilst we were together.For the sake of keeping you anonymous, I'll refer to you as John.To John,It's been a long time since we've spoken now, you blocked me on a good number of social media sites after the breakup to ensure cutting me off was kept simple and quick. I don't know why you would want to hurt me like that, we were friends for years, John. I remember meeting you for the first time, you had a crush on my best friend! (I know you don't speak to her anymore, so in case you were wondering, I don't think she's doing too great at school. I think she's finding making new friends a little daunting, but her relationship is going well, maybe message her if you get the time, you always made her laugh, she could use that right now.)The first time I spoke to you was to urge you on to ask her on a date, because I knew that she really liked you. Who wouldn't? You were shy, but once you opened up to someone you were really funny, sweet, loved dogs, were a great older brother and all these other wonderful things that I thought made you absolutely amazing, and perfect for my best friend, let's call her Jane. Although I don't think she likes that name (sorry, Jane). You asked her to go on a date when I said to you 'She likes confident guys.' and nudged you with my elbow; this was 5 years ago, but I can still remember it clear as day. Walking down the street on our way home from school in late summer, the air felt warm and the sun had already begun to set. I miss that, walking home with you.You went on a date shortly afterwards, there had been a sex scene in the film that had made you feel so awkward you told me that you'd gone bright red. You were so embarrassed that you spilt the popcorn from your lap on the way to the bathroom, nice one, John. You didn't go on a date again afterwards, but we'd started to become friends at that point, as you used to confide in me and tell me about your crush on Jane, not knowing who else to turn to or ask for help other than her best friend for 'female advice', you said.
By Lola Rose Wright9 years ago in Humans
A Note to Him
It's been a year… A year of unanswered questions and undeserved silence… I had a dream last night and maybe that's why I felt compelled to write this, but the dream itself left me just as broken as the day I realized that you had, in fact, lied.
By Cassandrea Bloxsom-Joiner9 years ago in Humans
Letters to Someone
The complexities of romantic relationships are best understood by those who speak little of them. And those who do not (or can not) speak, write. This is a compilation of letters by a helpless romantic looking for recognition from fellow helpless romantics.
By Sangita Saha9 years ago in Humans
Signs You've Been Breadcrumbed
Breadcrumbing sucks, and it's all too common. No, we're not talking about the cooking term "breadcrumbing," which involves covering meats and veggies in bread before deep-frying them. We're talking about dating breadcrumbing, which is when people actively lead you on and keep you in the aisles.
By Ossiana Tepfenhart9 years ago in Humans
How Abusive Relationships Change Our Self-Esteem
My longest relationship without pause lasted two and a half years. Some people will scoff and say, "bah, that's nothing. I've spent 20 years with my partner!" Well, at the time it was a feat for me. I had long ago written myself off as one of those unfortunate souls who just couldn't keep a relationship going, so I did everything in my power to keep my partner happy and engaged. I had no idea, however...even though I found myself in tears more than I smiled, frustrated more often than calm, and feeling utterly helpless at times...that I was being abused.
By Raven Aurora9 years ago in Humans
Here's What's Going On
This is a story about the reality of a relationship and a Tiffany bracelet. It’s been 7 months since I was given the bracelet, the very same one he first put on the right side of my wrist. Yesterday, I took it off for the very first time and have not put it back on since. I have no plans to put it back on.
By NIKKI LANDRY9 years ago in Humans
Down in a Hole
I wasn't even 18 yet and I was turning into the "Get those kids off my damn yard" neighborhood ol' lady that was rumored to eat children after tricking them with candy and luring them into the oven. I had no idea how to do anything but cry and push away anything that would distract me from grieving. Basically I took everything that was potentially great about me and became the polar opposite. I pulled away from anyone and everyone. I would only socialize when it came to passing a joint or finding out who had pot. I would stay hidden in my room, hugging that spot he laid last, hoping to smell his scent once more. To feel connected to the boy who shared my body. The viewings came and I would stay until everyone left. I forced smiles, bullshitting through unimportant chit chat. I put on a brave face and a thick skin to wade through the mass amounts of people coming to pay their final respects to my boy. At night I put on his favorite CD and would tell him good night until the day I had to say goodbye. Kissing his forehead and apologizing for not being able to keep him in my arms.
By Amanda Kuhl9 years ago in Humans
