breakups

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

"Forgiveness is giving up the hope that the past could have been any different.”
I finally understand why women get caught up with abusers. I have had my share in my lifetime (definitely not by choice) but whatever it is what it is. My ex-husband was an abuser and if you know me I’m an abuser myself (to a certain extent). I have a good and bad side (sexual abuse or physical at times). This story tells the truth. Nothing to laugh about, but I truly believe that time heals all problems. So let’s get back to this poor ex-husband of mine that is still not over the breakup. He continues to wonder why I don’t want him back. Dude, I’m disgusted by you (if you know what I know, you would be too). Don’t want it (seriously), don’t want to deal with it and it’s no longer my problem!
By Insatiable-ness6 years ago in Humans
Why Can't You Love Me?
Saturday was the last time I talked to him. I yearned for his light brown hair and dark brown eyes, reaching for me, tempting me to fall into his arms. But, he pushed me away and shook his head at me.
By Monica Zhang6 years ago in Humans
Broken heart takes form a person
Lately i started staring at walls and windows, imagining what makes people get hurt. Many people in the world has full of hate for a person and doesn't control with the hate. A friend once told me that people may hate you but never forgot what you did for them. I start to think that might be true because even you love that person but they are full of hate towards you. Takes time for them to realise what they miss, the kind and caring part about you.
By Petra6 years ago in Humans
I had a boyfriend with a needy ex-girlfriend and what I learnt which I will use in future relationships
The relationship lasted for ten months, but I feel that the only time where I felt the happiest was in the first month and a half. After that, it was pretty much a rollercoaster where I put myself through a lot and became someone I never wanted to be, which is scary to still think about it.
By Annie Curran6 years ago in Humans
Love Hate Past Time
I loathe you. I cringe at the sound of your name even when it isn’t referring to you. I absolutely hate the things you have put me through. It’s been years since I have seen you and I can still hear your slashing words towards me, killing every ounce in my body. You walked all over me like a child in the middle of a stampede. You have made me lose all hope in love and in being loved. You have made me question every ounce of “love” I thought I felt in my lifetime. Is it really love? Is it really love when someone literally manipulates, lies, and makes your self-worth feel like the size of a pencil dot on a piece of paper? Is it really love when someone makes promises that they have never once kept? Is it really love when you cry yourself to sleep because you feel like absolutely nothing? Empty, lonely, and pathetic.
By Salina Lehn6 years ago in Humans
How I Got Out of a Toxic Relationship
Toxic relationships need to be filed under the same category as opium drugs. Days, weeks, months could pass. You could be on the verge of finally leaving, finally quitting, but then they give you the hit that you were craving - they tell you that you look nice. They tell you how much they love you and that they're so sorry for putting you down the other day. They tell you that you're their best friend and that no one else is their for them quite like you. This pulls you through another couple days, weeks, months. You swear you are going to leave this time. You're fed up. That's it. You finally build up the courage to tell them you're leaving, they even let you leave. But then you get a phone call - it's them, crying. "All I had was you...how could you leave me?" they say. So what do you do? You go back, because this is your fault and you're the problem...and so we are back to square one.
By sofiya6 years ago in Humans
Christy
I started a hospitality job after I arrived back from an extended European sojourn, to pay off debts and get back to everyday life. Post travel depression can hit you pretty hard after several lovely lazy months getting drunk, meeting new people and seeing the wonders of the world. Like the Wizard of Oz in reverse, life goes from glorious technicolour, to the depressing drab dray grey of crippling debt and your childhood bedroom. I however meet some lovely people in that job, particularly one called Christy. Christy and I became good friends, and after the first year we made joint managers of the cafe. We did everything together, and I mean everything. We worked all the same shifts, we hung out outside of work, we essentially lived in each other’s pockets. It was a happy time for me. Christy is an ex cheerleading coach. She was everything a cheerleader is, always perky, enthusiastic, positive and supportive.
By Brendon6 years ago in Humans
The Already Broken One
I'm sorry I broke your heart, Even though it was for the best. You made that week very hard, And didn't give me my time to rest.
By Sketch6 years ago in Humans
Quinn
In the beginning, Quinn was everything you could ask for in a friend, or at least what Buddy and I had thought. Little did we know that it was just a surface veneer of goodness and you didn’t have to dig all that deep to see the festering fucked up underside to her evil soul. There were always signs, red flags you ignore in the first flushes of a new relationship whether its sexual or just a friendship. The endless stories of people who had wronged her, her regular habit of cutting people from her life, the tales of being continuously let down and victimised. There are people in this world who are repeatedly victimised, for example a molested child is far more likely to be molested again, but as a general rule, if someone is continuously ‘the victim’ they are either putting themselves in a position to be repeatedly victimised or they are spinning a victim narrative when they are in fact the problem. Quinn turned out to be the latter. She burned the people around her and spun a tale where she was the victim each and every time.
By Brendon6 years ago in Humans
Heartbreak, A feel
Do you ever feel like just not doing anything? Today and then again tomorrow, then again the day after? You get stuck thinking about the sad memories, of what could have been? You make up amazing stories, you’ve never heard before. But then you remember losing everything you ever worked for. You can see it, fading in front of you. And you’re sure that no one has ever felt this same thing before. It’s just you.
By Jean Grayson6 years ago in Humans
Horrific Fairy-Tale
Young and thinking I was in love. Wanting and hoping to have that fairy-tale ending which each little girl dreams of. I fell in love with what was a bad boy, a rebel. Growing up in a strict Christian family he was the guy that my parents didn't want to see their daughter be with. But being rebellious and rule-breaking, of course, I didn't listen and had to do my own thing.
By BR6 years ago in Humans
Oops I did it Again...
I did it again. Fell hard for a tall, handsome, eloquent, intelligent, athletic and gorgeous man, who made me feel like the center of the universe. This one I thought, was different. He was enlightened! He knew who Abraham Hicks was! He meditated and practiced yoga! He wasn’t afraid to look deep within himself and uncover core wounds! We discussed astral projection! Did he really say he was interested in my curiosity of quantum mechanics? From the moment we met, everything flowed so effortlessly. Our schedules allowed for us to spend incredible amounts of time together. And spend time together we did! Every spare moment we were meeting up. For coffee, for a drink, for a drive. If we had 15 free minutes in the middle of our hectic day, we would spend it together. It was all so magical. The way his beautiful sparkling blue eyes would stare at me. How beautiful he told me he found me. How he would hold me. How affectionate he was wherever we went. How he completely disarmed me by being so comfortable in his own skin. How comfortable he allowed me to feel to just be me, without any of the usual accoutrements of make-up, hair, padded bra, etc., the image I felt I had to put on everyday to feel accepted by society. And did I mention the sex? We made love for hours at a time. Finally, I thought, a man who really knew how to create a safe space for deep intimacy, so we could both let go. The word “love” fell out of our mouths so naturally. He told me I was the one. I told him he was the one. My heart was so full. Finally I thought, the piece de romantic resistance from all these years of kissing frogs...And then...
By Tufti the Empress6 years ago in Humans