breakups
When it comes to breakups, pain is inevitable, but Humans thinks that suffering is optional.
An Open Letter to My Ex: Thank You for Breaking Up with Me
After spending a lot of hours pitying myself for our breakup, I’ve realized a lot of things. Sure, we had a lot of wonderful times. You took me on beautiful hikes across the US, you stuck with me through all the drama I caused within my family, you showed me what it is like to let go and have fun once in a while, but most of all, you taught me how to love. You taught me that I am worthy of love and that I am capable of giving love. And if I can do it once, I can surely do it again.
By Hailey Parks7 years ago in Humans
Avoid Those with Silver Tongues
Vertical Horizon's lyrics of "He says all the right things, at exactly the right time" have become an omen of oncoming treachery to me. Since being introduced to the song ("Everything You Want") by an ex boyfriend of mine, I've become wary of any person that is a smooth talker and seems to say "everything you want to hear."
By Bri M Jenkins7 years ago in Humans
The Game Is Over
When my ex, Kevin, left me I had a really difficult time accepting the end. I experienced fits of rage, often toward people who didn't deserve it. It was almost like my mind was subconsciously digging for to be mad about and cling to as a form of release.
By Mars Saint7 years ago in Humans
The Words I Was Never Brave Enough to Say
I think we've all gone through a time where we've written out a message to a person we've loved after they've hurt us. A message that depicts all our deepest and darkest vulnerabilities, and says all the things that we couldn't say to their face. Why couldn't we? Who really knows. Didn't want to hurt them? Felt helpless? Like it wouldn't make a difference anyway? Who can say. For me in this particular instance, I guess I didn't really know how I felt about the whole situation until long after the window of opportunity to say anything was gone. I was eighteen and had met a guy who had completely swept me off my feet. Nothing hurts like your first love, right?
By Louisa Jane7 years ago in Humans
Losing My Dad Saved My Life
The new Star Wars movie had just been released, and was playing on the television when my mother called from Durango, CO to tell me my father was in the hospital, and that she would keep me updated. I began packing a suitcase while the Italian man I was living with was in the shower. I was afraid of him but could not get away because he wouldn't let me work, have a car, or have my own money. So, I stuffed everything I could in a suitcase and shoved it under the bed, then lay down and pretended I was sleeping.
By Denise Willis7 years ago in Humans
Breaking Up with Him
He went ghost!! Four months have passed, no calls, no text, no reply. This behavior is classless! Not like him at all. I didn’t even get the change to confront him. Couldn’t slam the door of my apartment on his way out! I didn’t even get the satisfaction of hanging up on him and throwing this damn phone out the window!! I want to see his face when I throw all of his shit out the balcony!
By jadepoints7 years ago in Humans
The Art of Moving Past a Bad Friendship Breakup
Unfortunately, the majority of us have been through a breakup. The good, bad, and the ugly. We have been on the giving and receiving side of it, and have gone through the stages of wallowing, accepting, and moving past it (which typically includes copious amounts of junk/comfort food, some solid hours spent solo Netflix-ing until you’re ready to invite some friends to join, and lots and lots of angsty music). Eventually, you’re over it—you move on, you meet someone new, you continue the cycle.
By Emily Christyson7 years ago in Humans
Some Ramblings on Time and Young Love
Time. That’s what still fucks me up about my ex. I didn’t know how little time we had. I, like a lot of people in love, foolishly thought we would be together forever. He said he wanted to marry me. We had all these grand ideas about what our future together would look like. Thoughts of where I went wrong and what I should’ve done instead used to flood my brain until it was all I could see. For months, I ached with remorse. His absence and the loneliness I felt stung, but the regret burned white-hot. It couldn’t be soothed or rubbed out. It blistered and bubbled up. I felt every inch of it.
By Winifred Morganite7 years ago in Humans
Reasons I Should Have Walked Away
When you're in a toxic relationship, you don't always see how toxic it is, especially when it comes to a narcissist. This is a list of things I should've realized long before I actually broke up with my narcissistic ex-boyfriend. Mind you, I had my rose-coloured glasses on for two years prior to realizing these things.
By Ericaa Trembley7 years ago in Humans
