breakups

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

The Bed
She sat on her porch, listening to the sounds of downtown Vancouver; raindrops pouring, cars in heavy traffic on Highway 1, and homeless people yelling at each other for more heroin. By now, Fatima got used to these sounds alone.
By Faith Joy8 years ago in Humans
Painfully Beautiful Romance
The feeling of drowning, suffocating, the weight on your chest like 100 bricks were just being piled on top of you. Do you feel it? Your body begging for more air, knowing you can, but for some reason, you can't. Can you feel the tears running down your cheeks? Can you breathe? Are you okay? You can feel the pain, can't you? Are you the only person in the room who is feeling this pain? Is everyone else smiling? Answer a question for me. Are you the only one feeling this pain?Breathe. Breathe. Don't stop breathing. Don't breathe too fast. Calm down. It's okay. Breathe. . . Are you okay?
By Caroline Urbina8 years ago in Humans
Is the Relationship Over?
There comes a point in a relationship when you start to question what the hell your still doing with that person. The truth is, the signs were there and slowly leading up to you feeling that way. So I am here to tell you the signs to look out for so you don't even have to ask yourself that stupid question. You shouldn't stay with someone if they hit these signs because they are not worth your time. No more excuses for their actions, because more than likely if they fit one of these signs, they are going to fit into multiple and why be with someone who disappoints you over and over again?
By Grace8 years ago in Humans
Am I Ready to Move On?
What can I say? Disappointing... again. Like every fight, this happened because of friends & drinking. Of course it doesn’t matter in the eyes of a man if you feel neglected. Why would it? He’s alright. He’s out there, after a day’s work (hard work, of course, and he never forgets to remind me) with friends, serving a beer. I’m at home, waiting for him to come and see his child, who at the moment, doesn’t seem more important than booze. Is there anything more important?
By Gios Mess8 years ago in Humans
A Blazing Row
A warm summer's evening of July 1996. The stereo in the background is playing "Some Might Say" by Oasis. I'm gazing through the mirror, wondering what on earth I should wear. Full of excitement at the prospect of an evening out with my partner. Only just eighteen years old, and a doting mum of a beautiful baby girl. Unaware as I change into a black, baby doll dress, a red mist begins to emerge around the bedroom. I carefully apply my makeup, admiring my flawless, smooth complexion. My eyes catch the girl's reflection through the looking glass. Our eyes instantly lock. She is staring right back at me. Her face is enraged. Her eyes are a combustion of flames. I slowly turn away from the mirror and light up a cigarette. The red mist calmly begins to wrap itself around me.
By Joanna Eloise Writer H8 years ago in Humans
Understanding Slowly
The worst part is there's no one else to blame. The worst part is not crying yourself to sleep or holding so tightly onto a crumbling bridge of a love long lost that your very soul is shattering from the impact. You cannot brace fully for the inevitable fall, but you are forced to watch as it crumbles bit by bit and still, when it hits the water, you will cry and sob. You will feel a bottomless pit of hurt so deep within your chest that there seems to be nothing to fill it ever again. Maybe you'll still be on the phone as they tell you that it isn't your fault but theirs, or perhaps it is all your fault and none of theirs.
By Sebastian Doe8 years ago in Humans
Ten Things Every Girl Should Do After a Breakup
Breakups suck. However, bad relationships are even worse and while you think you may not be able to survive the split, you can and you will.
By Jus L'amore8 years ago in Humans
Mistakes of a Man
The mistakes of one man can be a catastrophic event. Most of humanity knows what it is like to love and lose. But most also move on quickly, either find themselves a new love or just go out and play around like a bachelor or bachelorette. Then some of them dwell on what they used to have no matter whose fault it was that everything had to end like it did. I am not just one who dwells on it, I am one who is fighting to get something I had that was so very precious to me back. This isn't going to be a review or a report, more like a journal. Sometimes it is better to just write down your feelings whether someone reads it or not, and with this I hope someone does so they don't make the same mistakes I have.
By LL Moore8 years ago in Humans
Meat Boy and High School Girl: My First Everything
At the age of 16/17, I got my very first job working at a department store as a cashier. I was a quiet, happy-go-lucky girl with a loud voice who hadn’t experienced much of the world. I never spoke to those who I didn’t know, out of insecurity and self-consciousness. I didn’t have a lot of friends, but I had a few. So when I met him, it was the shock of a lifetime, which left waves in the future.
By Prav Sahl8 years ago in Humans
Through the Looking Glass
We matched on Tinder today and you messaged me an hour after matching. We've been speaking for three weeks everyday and you finally asked me to meet you.
By Olivia Grace8 years ago in Humans
DIY Breakup
I think for the most part we can all agree that break ups suck, whether you're the one that does the breaking or on the receiving end of the "good-bye". If it was a long relationship it leads to a complete transformation in our life. We lose mutual friends, communication becomes strangled if some friends decide to stick it out with both parties, and we lose the constant companion that we did have. (If we're being honest, sometimes the loss of the constant companion is a good thing. You'll come to realize it was the memories that you missed and not indeed the person since there's a reason you broke up. One of you changed, maybe both).
By Katrina Thornley8 years ago in Humans
When Heartbreak Doesn’t Disappear
My first love was somewhat stereotypical; we were high school sweethearts, inseparable, conjoined at the hip. I was head over heels infatuated with this boy who for the sake of privacy we’ll call Sam.
By Allie Thomas8 years ago in Humans