breakups
When it comes to breakups, pain is inevitable, but Humans thinks that suffering is optional.
Dreams Shouldn't End at Christmas, but Sometimes They Do. Top Story - December 2018.
It has always been a dream of mine to one day have a family home equal to my grandfather's, where Christmas would bring friends and family in from the cold and closer to the fireside. He taught me how to love Christmas. Almost every room in my grandparent's house had a tree. He had a homemade nativity crib, strings of coloured lights across the ceiling, sweets, sacks of presents, clove decorated oranges and strange parlour games handed down from his Victorian grandparents. His mischievous character and his childlike joy at that time of year live on in my siblings and me.
By Nick J Wood7 years ago in Humans
My Fiancé Ghosted Me and Kept the Cat
I was dating a man for four years who planned to marry me. Six months in, he proposed without a ring. After a year and a half, he told me that he likes to do things suddenly and to be prepared if he suddenly took me to a courthouse to get married. I asked if I should then buy a dress because I wouldn't want to do it in regular clothes and he said 'yes,' so I bought the dress.
By Lea Moreno7 years ago in Humans
Loving You Was Burying Me
I never loved someone as I did you. I never knew loving someone would be so exhausting to where I’d want my last breath. My heart poured out love and your valves were open and leaky. My love was escaping you and all I wanted was for it to course through your veins. I wanted my love for you to nourish your being and to be what you thirsted for. It was unreciprocated and lonely to be unloved and unwanted.
By Scarlett Price7 years ago in Humans
Mr. Grey
The memory of you instills an ocean of deepness that penetrates farther than the intercourse of our minds. It was one of the returns of what it felt like when we met again in your hometown where I fell into you last May. Through the winds of despairs and the lingerings of what was not said and unfinished, your number found me again by an accident.
By Aiyan Turley7 years ago in Humans
A Good-Bye
You don’t get it. I love you more than you know, no really. I’ve been ready to leave everything and start over for you, on multiple occasions. But what do you do? You leave. You drop off the face of the Earth and act like I don’t exist. You ignore my messages and post on things to let me know you’re close by. You. Break. My heart. Every time.
By Hope Talbott7 years ago in Humans
Finding My One and Only
When thinking about my past relationships that I have had, I think back to when I was in seventh grade. Assuming that I had found the one person that I could have a future with but was never possible. We had an on and off relationship for about six years. It wasn't until I was older that I knew it was a toxic relationship.
By Alyssa Hoots7 years ago in Humans
My Own Reflection of My Breakup
In the beginning of the year, I was unemployed and depending on my ex-boyfriend. We were both in a toxic relationship, and he’s not the only guilty party. I depended on him too much and used my depression against him. I’m grateful that our relationship ended, and I think him cheating was what it took for our relationship to truly end. I did have feelings of dissatisfaction with the relationship, but I was too afraid to let go because I thought I wouldn’t be able to find someone else who would accept me. I wish that he didn’t need to cheat, but if he had tried to break up with me, I know I wouldn’t have accepted it. Even after the fact that he cheated, I still wanted to be with him. I kept trying to call him, and I feel that he was being entertained watching me call and text a lot. It seemed that he had a lot of fun doing drugs and spending time with his new girlfriend while I was trying to cope on my own, because my own friends decided to be there for him and were annoyed with how depressed I was.
By Erina Kimura7 years ago in Humans
An Open Letter to My Ex
It took a very long time for me to get myself to the place I am. To figure out why we didn’t work, what went wrong. The typical “It’s not you, it’s me” fits real well into this letter, since that’s the truth behind the chaos. Let me explain myself, even if this isn’t what you want to hear.
By Talia Young7 years ago in Humans
Shoe Collection
My shoe obsession started when I was 16 and directly coincided with my boy obsession. It all started with my first boyfriend Joshua. He told me that he was no good and had a dark heart and I chose to ignore this... at first. When our relationship started, it was fine. We did typical things teenage couples did like going to the movies and out to the mall. The movies usually consisted of blood and gore or zombies, but I didn’t mind because he had captured my heart and I liked seeing him happy and excited about something for a change... even if that was blood and gore or zombies. Usually, on our outings, we would end up just hanging around the food court, but this day was different. I had been given money and instructed by my mother to buy myself a new pair of shoes because the old sneakers I had were old and trashy.
By Michelle Werbeck7 years ago in Humans
