breakups
When it comes to breakups, pain is inevitable, but Humans thinks that suffering is optional.
The Unexpected Light: A Moment of Kindness. AI-Generated.
It was just another long day at work. The coffee stains on my shirt, the never-ending pile of paperwork, and the empty echo of my thoughts had all become my reality. Yet, I smiled when I heard my daughter’s voice through the phone. Lily, just 7, her words light and full of curiosity.
By sahinur sahin9 months ago in Humans
How can we reduce Ageing of our Brain.
Our brain is one of the most important parts of our body. It helps us think, remember, learn, and make decisions. But just like our body, the brain can also grow old. As we age, we might forget things more often, struggle to focus, or feel mentally tired. This is called brain ageing.
By Dadullah Danish9 months ago in Humans
I Stopped People-Pleasing for 30 Days — Here’s What Happened
I used to wear the title "people-pleaser" like a badge of honor. I said yes to everything. Took on tasks I didn’t want. Bit my tongue to avoid conflict. I thought being agreeable made me kind, lovable, and easy to be around.
By Bahram shah9 months ago in Humans
Her fake love. AI-Generated.
It all started on a cloudy afternoon when the sky didn't seem to know what to do, like it was stuck between rain and sun. That was the sort of day that she entered my life. I had no idea at the time how unpredictable she would be, just like the weather. We met in the most ordinary way—at a small local bookstore. She was softly muttering lines to herself as she thumbed through an out-of-date poetry book. I couldn't help but be pulled toward her voice as I pretended to browse. She smiled as if she had known me her entire life and looked up to meet my eyes. That smile was my undoing. From that moment, things took off in a blur of emotions and moments that felt too perfect to be real. We discussed books, music, our anxieties, and our childhood aspirations. When she talked about the stars, her eyes would light up, and she always had a faint scent of jasmine and old books. I noticed that parts of my personality were aligning with hers with each conversation. I fell. Hard. She said she felt the same. Whispered sweet promises under the moonlight, held my hand like she’d never let go, and called me her "home." I also trusted her. Why would I not? With her, every moment felt like poetry. But poetry often comes from heartbreak, I would soon discover. Cracks started to appear as the weeks turned into months. She stopped responding, and then she stopped being there. It appeared as though she was speaking to someone she barely recognized, as the warmth in her voice gave way to cold curiosity. She would laugh it off with a kiss and say, "You overthink too much," when I asked her if there was something wrong. However, it did not overthink. It was me watching the love I thought was real slip quietly through the spaces between our fingers. I still recall a particular evening when I had prepared dinner, lit a few candles, and even played her preferred playlist. She arrived late, claimed to have forgotten, barely touched her food, and promptly left, claiming to be exhausted. I sat by myself that evening, gazing at the candle's dripping wax like time had passed. I felt abandoned while sitting in the same room where we once danced barefoot. The middle part of our story was chaos wrapped in silence. I was breaking, quietly. Still deeply in love with her. I wrote unsent letters, cried in showers, and smiled when she was around even though her eyes no longer looked into mine the way they used to. My love turned into a one-way street filled with desperation and confusion. She started spending less time with me and more time on her phone. I justified it to myself as work. I desired to believe that love does not simply vanish without a goodbye. But it can. Yes, it did. One night, the truth came not through confession but exposure. I observed the messages. Photos: a trail of flirtatious nicknames and heart emojis sent to someone else. My world, which I had built so carefully around her, collapsed in a flash. She cheated on me. And what hurt the most wasn’t the act itself—but the fact that she didn’t even try to hide it anymore. No excuses. No reasons. No apologies. It was as if I had disappeared, serving as a placeholder until someone more "exciting" appeared. I asked her why. She gave a shrug. Said, "Things just changed," as if love was a commodity with a finite lifespan. I stood there, heart shattered, and she walked away without looking back—like none of it ever meant anything. It’s been months since then. Sometimes, I still dream of her voice. from that bookshop. Of her whispering Rumi in my ear and telling me how the universe wanted us to meet. I'm curious as to whether she meant any of it or whether it was all part of the performance. Maybe she just loved the idea of love, the attention, the thrill of something new—until it wasn’t thrilling anymore. I have tried to despise her. I really have. But I only feel numb. like leaving a page unfinished. Like a song that was beautiful but never meant to finish. And yet, even in all this pain, I’ve learned something: love isn’t always mutual. The most sincere hearts sometimes find themselves in the hands of those who do not know how to hold them. Her love was fake. Mine, however, was not. And that’s what makes the story both tragic and beautiful. Because I gave everything I had—honestly, fearlessly, and fully. And someday, someone else will read this story and recognize their own pain in these words. I tell them, "You're not alone." Even though it seems like the world is made of broken promises right now, you will heal.
By Mickey luvel9 months ago in Humans
My Wife's Final Message Wasn't for Me—But It Changed My Life Forever
LIVING ROOM – NIGHT Soft rain taps against the windows. A fireplace flickers gently. The room is quiet. JAMES (38), a tired-looking man with a heavy heart, sits on the couch. His fingers hover over a small digital voice recorder. He’s been holding it for a while, unable to press play.
By Esham Khan9 months ago in Humans
Better Love Starts With These 7 Talk Shifts
It's not always a lack of love that makes relationships fail; it's often a lack of real communication. We need to change the way we talk to each other if we want to connect deeply on an emotional level. It's not enough to just say what you want to say in a relationship; how you say it is also critical. One shift is all it takes to go from disagreement to connection. That's why these 7 Talk Shifts are the first step to better love. They are important changes in the way we talk to each other that build trust, intimacy, and respect over time.
By Relationship Guide9 months ago in Humans
Why Did Kristin Cavallari and Jay Cutler Split?
When Kristin Cavallari and Jay Cutler announced their divorce in 2020, fans were shocked. On the surface, the couple seemed like they had it all—a picture-perfect family, fame, and years of shared memories. But behind the curated Instagram moments was a relationship quietly unraveling.
By Sangita Nandi9 months ago in Humans
