breakups
When it comes to breakups, pain is inevitable, but Humans thinks that suffering is optional.
How To End a Relationship
When is an ending considered good, and when is an ending bad? At the end of each story, it’s simply just “The End.” As impossible as it sounds, I want to make an ending as beautiful as a beginning. People say it’s painful and it’s hard, but to me, it’s not why you end a relationship; what matters most is how you end a relationship.
By 2YEONG Lee8 years ago in Humans
Hurt
It all started sophomore year of high school. I met this guy at church. We dated for 3 months and I broke up with him after he kept begging for me to take his virginity. We went our separate ways. Two years later we meet again. It's our senior year. I’m dating his best friend. Little did I know they were best friends. It was awkward. Fast forward to graduation morning. We’re getting our cap and gowns. I'm going around seeing friends and there he is again. My heart stopped. We were the only two in the room, what it felt like. He was tall and handsome. I told myself, “No, I can’t like you. I can’t.” I invited him over to my house. His car broke down and he pulled over to fix it. He needed a shower. So I said he could have a shower. It was a bad idea. We were home alone. We kissed. My heart stopped again. The world stopped moving and I fell in love. I knew he was going to be the one for me. But I couldn't. I had to hate him. Fast forward to July. Mind you this is all in the year of 2016. We got together officially. We told my parents in August. Him and I dealt with a lot. It made us stronger.
By Alahna Templeton8 years ago in Humans
The Breakdown Guide
Sometimes there are things in life that happen which we feel are way out of our control, and because of this we are then lead to believe that we have no control over our own reactions to these types of situations. I want to tell you right here, right now, wherever you're reading this, you are not alone.
By Leah Logan-mace8 years ago in Humans
Unstable and Out of Control
Do you ever find yourself wondering how the people around you can keep their cool even when life happens? Are you someone who can't quite deal with unfortunate events or situations you have no control over? If you answered "yes" then this article is for you. I would like to share my life experience with each of you, and how I manage to overcome.
By Silent Writer8 years ago in Humans
Burning Bridges
I used to think that people trickled back into our lives due to mercury in retrograde. Turns out it’s just because relationships are cyclical. People are cycles. Not to get all zen here, because I have traded that ideology in for cynicism, but I understand why the past won’t stay in the past.
By Lisztomania8 years ago in Humans
The Breakup
My mom's word's ripped through my head "Don't put all your eggs in one basket." But when you're 15 and you find that one person that becomes the source of all your happiness. Being that young, being that in love, being that dumb. The odds of winning the lottery were greater than me listening to my mom's advice. But dang, how I wish I listened because mom was right. Someone took my basket and I was left eggless.
By Laura Ortega8 years ago in Humans
Once a Cheater, Not Always a Cheater
Calvin and I had been dating for a year and a half. We were pretty solid. As solid as an 18 and 20 year old can be, at least. I was about to go off to college four hours away and he was staying put. We thought we were ready to take on the distance. A month before I was to leave, he got cold feet. He broke it off and broke my heart. I was sure he was the one and I was devastated. I had lost touch with my high school friends before I even graduated. I knew I was moving off, so I didn’t see the point in counting to try to fit in with them.
By Kate Smith8 years ago in Humans
The Vindictive Ex-Girlfriend
When I started college back in 2008, I was very shy. I didn't know how to talk to women and just seemed to freeze up every time I tried. Well, as they say, practice makes perfect. After about a year and with the help of copious amounts of alcohol, I was practically a social butterfly. Some would even say that in my interactions with the opposite sex, I was a bit of a whore. I wasn't too worried about being labeled as such though. As a young man it's much easier to get away with sexual promiscuity than it is for a woman. Also, I was very much enjoying the newfound female attention I was getting.
By Damien Wood8 years ago in Humans
Breakup With a Bang
On August 1st 2017 my life changed forever. It’s a date that will never leave my head. I was living out my dream. Woke up every morning next to the love of my life, spent the day with our puppy, cooked him dinner every night that we sat at the table to eat, and snuggling before bed. I was nine hours away from my family and friends, but I had everything I needed. Until August 1st. Two days prior we were hanging out on the beach with a bunch of his friends. He sat next to me and told me he couldn’t love me anymore than he already did, why he loved me so much, and that he would never be okay if he were to lose me. Fast forward to a little while later. I went into the freezing cold ocean, got out and hugged him. He was so mad, but it was in a playful way. At first. Right after that I laid on his friend who was laying face down. At that moment I became a whore, and he wouldn’t talk to me or touch me. Three miles from home I had tears rolling down my face as he got nastier and nastier. I stopped the truck in the middle of the road and got out. No shoes, no phone and no clothes. He got into the drivers seat and drove home. When I was about halfway home a stranger let me use their phone. One of his friends came and got me, and brought me home. The next day he had duty, and I received a text saying he wanted me to pack my things and move back home. I couldn’t wrap my head around how my fairytale turned into a nightmare. I went to the store and bought sleeping pills, and ended up taking the entire box that night, waking up every hour or so and taking more. August 1st. I woke up for good around 5am. As soon as I opened my eyes I was looking at the 45 on the bedside table. I picked it up and held it up to my head, with tears streaming down my face, barely able to breathe. The metal felt cold against my temple. I tried to pull the trigger, but I couldn’t. I went to the kitchen and grabbed my bottle of sangria, brought it back to my room and drank the whole thing. Then I drank a bottle of wine. At 830 AM I left the house to go to the gas station for another bottle of wine. At this point his friend that I talked to every day knew I wasn’t doing well emotionally, and came to the house. He sat on the ground next to me while I drank my wine out of the bottle and cried. He asked me for the gun, but I couldn’t give it to him. I told him if I was going to pull the trigger, I would have by now. Every time I put the gun to my head I would cry even harder, thinking about how it was our dog, Bubba’s, first birthday, and how he didn’t deserve that. Almost immediately after his friend left, I started getting calls from the man I loved. I ignored them all and he texted me freaking out, telling me not to touch the guns, and that he was on the way. I don’t remember much more after this, because I had drank so much. I remember him showing up, walking into our room, and trying to forcefully grab the gun out of my hand. I remember the sound it made as it went off. I remember the fear that overcame my body, and when I turned my head to see the damage, I looked right through my hand, that was missing a chunk. I remember him screaming for his friend to call 911. I remember him grabbing a towel, wrapping my hand tightly, and holding it above my head while I just screamed. I remember begging him to come with me to the hospital and the fact that he didn’t. I remember laying in bed with more morphine than you can imagine being pumped into my body with a hole in my hand, a broken heart, and the regret of not pulling the trigger earlier. While I was in the hospital he packed all of my things, and my best friend, mother and aunt went and got it all, as well as picking up Bubba. After surgery I came right back home to Rhode Island, and haven’t heard from him since. He may have “saved my life” but in reality, he took it.
By Amanda Cleveland8 years ago in Humans
