breakups

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

My Apology to You...
By the time you read this it will sound so rehearsed, you'd think it was written for a sappy television show, it maybe over emotional and border on daytime television levels of dramatic but I can assure you, the feelings that come along with the words scribbled down here are what I need to say and by the end of this, you should know where I stand...and I guess where to go from here.
By L.A Rey8 years ago in Humans
Brutes
“Seph!” Ross rang her doorbell repeatedly in a furious rage. “Open the door, Seph!” When there was no answer, Ross resorted to banging on the door. He couldn’t wait. He’d been waiting and trying and failing miserably for almost two years now, and finally he knew why.
By Dylan Balde8 years ago in Humans
The Bad Relationships That We Don't Post on Social Media
Part of the reason that abusive relationships and domestic violence incidents are hardly reported and rarely talked about is because, while it is happening, the victim is either too scared of the abuser to bring attention to it, or simply embarrassed of how badly they have been dehumanized by their abuser. After it happens, it’s not that the victim is 100 percent okay and moves on with their life as if nothing happened, it’s that it’s hard to revisit moments where you’ve been so close to death, moments you’ve spent alone bawling your eyes out feeling completely helpless. Even after the fact, it’s still extremely difficult to come out and say “this person abused me multiple times because I was manipulated and kept allowing it to happen,” and it’s also hard to reach out to someone for help and be rejected. I’m going to dive into the period of my life that I spent being mentally, emotionally, and physically abused by someone who was able to manipulate and somehow hypnotize me within the first few weeks of knowing me—and I won’t leave anything out. Here is the full, shitty truth of my two-year relationship with a cold-hearted felon.
By . /8 years ago in Humans
The 10 Stages of Heartbreak
You’ve come here because the deed has been done. And it’s horrible, and it’s the worst but everyone at some point in life experiences it. Love comes under the same neurological functioning that processes drugs, it is a literal addiction. So let’s learn how to wean off.
By Cherry Cola8 years ago in Humans
Something About Your Love
When you want to say goodbye but you don't want to, you have to face the reality that you need to force yourself to leave for the better. You want to see the sunrise in the mornings but instead you only see your shadow from the cloud. It seems to never go away, it is there from dusk till dawn.
By Emily Buehner8 years ago in Humans
What I Would Tell You
It started when you first told me you found a job in a city an hour away. Knowing you were going to be apart from me hurt. We had a plan, you would stay for me since I had 8 months left of school and then the next year I would follow you where ever you wanted to go. You messed up the plan and so I had to make a new one. I planned it out so that it would work I mean you were only an hour away and if I needed you I could see you. Plus I would see you every weekend and once the 8 months was over I could move near you. It hurt but I believed we would survive until you told me you were leaving to work up north.
By Hayli Pearce8 years ago in Humans
How to Love
How do you love someone instead of worship them? How would I know, I only use people or worship the ground they walk on. It's how I came to be alone with only a few close friends. I used to be the nicest person ever. No one ever hated me, throughout high school I was just the quiet girl that would hang out with you when you needed a friend and not tell a sole what was told to me. I would never start anything and I believed that everyone got what was coming to them, so imagine my surprise when my life was exploding and I was seriously considering not being alive anymore. Well it would be a whole lot easier because I wouldn't have to deal with anything. I would be free from all the pain and misery I brought upon myself. But that would be so unfair to the people I love, even if I did disappoint everyone I've ever cared about.
By Hayli Pearce8 years ago in Humans
My Romance
I have never been one to believe in love, never liked the idea of depending on someone else, however that doesn't mean because I didn't like the idea of relationships doesn't mean I was a virgin. For me, relationships were all about fun, friends with benefits was as serious as I got about a person. But it had been a while since I had had sex so one drunken night I signed up to Tinder. I had absolutely no clue how to use it and so in my drunken state I began to swipe, not entirely sure whether I knew the right was to swipe but I gave it ago. The next morning I woke up to many notifications on my phone from matches and messages I received, however since I was sober I had no courage to message anyone back. About two weeks went by and I had continued to swipe yet had not gained the courage to reply to a message. Then one day I told myself to stop being such a baby, I had signed up to Tinder to meet someone who I could have fun with and I would never meet them if I didn't reply, so I told myself the next person to message me I would reply. So I waited for the notification to say I had a message and so it did and I made myself reply, nothing too much just a simple "hey". And so that "hey" began the best year of my life. The lad that I started to message, let's call him Tom, he was the sweetest person I had ever spoken to. He always asked me about myself, he listened to me when I needed someone to talk to but the problem was he said (from the beginning) that he only did serious relationships and I had never had one before. But we carried on speaking and after a few weeks of messages we decided to meet up. Now the problem here was he lived about 3 hours away on the train and so it would have been a lot for him to come down for a few hours and then go home, so I asked my mum and she agreed he could stay at my house for a few days while I got to know him. Now I'm quite an awkward person especially around new people, so as I walked to the train station to meet him I was so nervous. I had a million thoughts running round my head, I was sweating and I couldn't speak, but as I walk up to the station I see this gorgeous man standing waiting for me and I no longer felt nervous. He made me feel so comfortable around him right from the beginning so that there was no awkward silence. And so that night we had our first kiss, we were sat on my bed watching The Walking Dead and he just cupped my face in his hands and kisses me, it was slow and beautiful and it gave me butterflies. And that night I lay in his arms and I felt so happy. Now we didn't have sex the first time he came to visit because he didn't want me to think that that was all he was after so he made me wait. Then it became a regular thing for him to come down every week for 2 nights, and quickly our relationship became serious. Within six months he had moved in with me and my mum, and a couple of months after that we got a puppy together. Everything seemed to be going amazing; yes we argued but we always worked it out, when it came down to it he was the man I loved and I would have done anything for him. We decided that we wanted to live alone and to test run it we went on holiday for two weeks to see if we could manage and it was perfect. A holiday full of sun and love, we had so much time together but the perfection didn't last. Not long after we got back of holiday I came across some messages from another girl (he had used my phone for Facebook and it switched accounts all the time), so I'm sat there on my couch thinking I don't know this girl, why is she messaging me. Turns out Tom's Facebook had switched accounts and it was his messages. So I did what anyone else would do in that situation and I read everything and sobbed my heart out. How could my perfect boyfriend who I was so in love with be cheating on me? And so that day when he came home I asked him and his answer was "he forgot about it", yeah like that's possible, but I asked him was there anyone else he said "no", and so a few horrible weeks passed and I started to forgive him. I mean after all he hadn't actually slept with her. So we carry on like we were before hand, planning things together buying presents as it was both our birthdays and our one year anniversary coming up. Tom's birthday is first and I thought I would spoil him, buy him something he really wants and so I bought the Nintendo Switch with a case and games and other items to go with it, he got spoilt. About a few after his birthday I found out he had cheated again, however this one wasn't the original girl, this girl was before the one I had found out about. And so we broke up but this wasn't something that I wanted to happen. I wanted to work through it after all I had given him a year of my life but more importantly he was the love of my life. He made me feel special and loved but at the same time he made me feel like I wasn't good enough. And so here I am writing out this story of my life on my anniversary and wondering how to get my boy back because even though he cheated he still is and always will be the love of my life.
By B J8 years ago in Humans
A Beautiful Girl
Through tumultuous times a plenty Through seas and oceans of despair Rejoice heart because you are free Rejoice mind for you are alone
By Abdullah Masood8 years ago in Humans
Falling, then Being Broken, by Love
I’m gonna make this as sweet as I can. Even though my tale isn’t sweet at all. I met him at work, I won’t use names because even his name haunts me. We always shared glances at each other, then somehow exchanged Snapchats and it went from there.
By Megan Rask8 years ago in Humans
Twenty-fifth of October
The stain of love Is upon the world. Yellow, yellow yellow My heart broke on the twenty-fifth of October and I don’t think that day will ever be the same again. Twenty-fifth, twenty, t-t-twenty; all bad things begin with T. Terrible. Tornadoes and terrorists and toads, taxidermy and tummy ache and Tracey Sheck from year two who ripped the head off my Barbie.
By Georgie Cox8 years ago in Humans
When You Love Someone, It Is Ok To Give Up
Recently I was scrolling through my timeline on Facebook and I saw this photo, it said, "When you love someone you don't give up, ever." I stopped for a moment and thought about that. Normally in a healthy relationship I would agree. In an abusive one though, this sentiment is like a jail sentence.
By Janet Rhodes8 years ago in Humans