Second Chance at Love
From breaking up after 3 years to divorcing after 50; we're here to tell you that you can love again.
Why You Lost Me
There are many reasons why a person gives up on another person. Maybe it’s just not worth fighting for anymore. Maybe it’s a toxic relationship. Relationships are friendships, lovers, family members, etc. Whatever it may be, there are two sides to every story. Both sides will think that they are right, even though they’re both wrong and right all at once. Recently I’ve come to terms with the fact that I’m not a good friend to people who treat me poorly. I’m not saying people have always treated me poorly, because at one point I was obviously their friend for a reason. Maybe the time has changed.
Samantha LondoPublished 7 years ago in HumansThe Downfall of a Neurotypical Female
Every Disney movie has the same plot for the most part. Seriously. A princess in a dire situation is on the cusp of doom when a prince rushes in to save her. I came to realize this when I was 15, and I began to wonder if true love was real. I came to the conclusion that no, there was no destined soul mate for everyone. It was more just finding someone you could tolerate and settling down.
Chandra HarrisonPublished 7 years ago in HumansMagnetism
For the extremist of overtures; I was the centre of my world. I, being in my twenties and of relatively sound mind, had experienced few of the offerings love wished to give over to me and even less of me to give over to her. In the beauty of her beauty, the ugliness of her beauty, and the untimely melancholic warmth of loves’ comely embrace, I began my journey as a member of the dismissed. I was, as an enthusiast of the Game of Thrones generation, a white walker. Blissfully unabashed by my tendency to show little emotion of my senses. I had a forceful feeling this stemmed from an invasive and uncomfortable youth, which manifested itself throughout my anxiousness and uncertainty, into a plethora of unavailable grey feelings. What therapists called Avoidant Attachment, or some other psychological terminology, taking my strength and homeliness to where I imagined I belonged, along with the other dysfunctional(s). This was around the time I ascribed myself the title, Metal-Man. Yet still, and for some reason beyond question, I felt within my own right when I searched for a relationship that I could describe as "a natural love that arose from wanting a future to be proud of kind of love," "haughty, joyous laughter that could fill a room full kind of laughter," and "companionable hope that might fulfill my disenchanted soul kind of hope." (A lucrative display of my high expectations.)
S R GurneyPublished 7 years ago in HumansThe Unexpected
Let me tell you a story about my ex and I. Him and I were together for a pretty long time, on and off mostly, and to be honest, I was definitely in love with him. There was this one time I was at my friends house, and everything was going fine, but then my (ex) boyfriend stop replying to my texts and started to ignore me. I tell my friend to text him and to see if he's busy, or if he's just ignoring me. Well, turns out he was definitely ignoring me. So I text him saying that I know he's ignoring me and that he NEEDS to talk to me since obviously we're in a relationship. Next thing I know, he breaks up with me. Days past and I found out he had actually been cheating on me. I was devastated for days, I could barely get out of bed. After a week or two, I started to feel a little better, but I was definitely a different person. I started hanging out with the wrong crowd, doing stupid things that I shouldn't have been doing. I ended up getting with a guy who I knew I should not have been with. He defiantly got me into some trouble. I was not the little innocent girl I used to be. After about three months, I decided to text my ex because I was so depressed and mad at everyone, so I sent him a message that said, he'd promise to never cheat or break up with me, and I take promises serious. We ended up getting into an argument, which made me feel even worse about myself, but I felt like I needed to confront him about what he has done to me and how he ruined me and how he promised all these things. A few days later, he had texted me asking if I wanted to hangout with him, I of course said no because I was still very mad about what had happened the other night, and I thought 'why the hell would he be inviting me to hangout after we had just got in a fight not even two days ago', but one of my friends texted me and convinced me to go. So I went, I was very nervous and also very agitated. But I don't regret going, because he had brought a friend with me and his friend turned out to be the love of my life and I never expected it.
About that Night....
The anticipation of his next text is exciting. What am I doing? Am I even ready? The text comes in. He asks to meet me. I always imagined I would be more wary in this kind of situation, but I’m not. Maybe the anticipation of a new experience clouds my judgement. I agree to meet him. Am I supposed to keep the conversation going by text? I'm terrible at texting. The thought of engaging him via text messages scares me. I can't flirt to save my life in person, let alone in texts. I play it safe and don’t even try.
How I Loved Someone, Without Loving Myself First
"You can't love someone until you love yourself" is a phrase that has always haunted me. It left me growing up, believing I could never find actual love. As a depressed teen living with a father they always had a rocky relationship with, I told myself I was doomed. I lived under the strict rule that I couldn't date until I was eighteen. Once I knew that, I knew that my childhood would be bland in comparison to those dating freely. After some time, I did not want to date. I saw all of the trouble and drama it caused my friends, and I was happy to opt out. I had a few long distance relationships with online friends, all of which I'm still friends with today. I had tried twice in person. One I'm still friends with, one I haven't spoken with since, and I'm content with that. After those failures, I thought the old saying might be true, but then I met this huge nerd.
Gren McClinticPublished 7 years ago in HumansPost War Divorce
Something I read the other day made me think about the past and just how screwed up it really was at that particular time in my life. I look back at my previous marriages and cringe at the remembrance of some memories. My first marriage didn't really last that long and I was so young that I barely remember most of it. I hardly ever count that one even though it did yield two beautiful children. Now my second marriage.....that was the one I thought would be the death of me. I think one tries harder the second time around because who wants to be a two time loser right? I stayed and took things that I normally wouldn't from anyone else but I think my biggest problem was I could never truly be myself in that relationship. Oh, to the outward appearances we looked to be the perfect couple but behind closed doors it was a totally different story. Many people were shocked to hear we had split up.
Vanessa HamptonPublished 7 years ago in HumansThe Age Gap
What does an age gap mean within a relationship? To me it means nothing. I’ve grown up with individuals in my life having relationships with people older than them and also with people younger than them. For example, my parents have just under a 20 year age gap between them but they have been together for more than 22 years so why does the age gap matter? It doesn’t; some people don’t like a big age gap in relationships, but what gives people the right to comment on other’s relationships when not asked? Not everyone has to explain what they do in their life to other people.
Tanisha DaggerPublished 7 years ago in HumansWhen You're Too Old to Be Learning to Love
I’m too old to be as bad as I am at relationships. I’m too old to be nervous and anxious and fixated on if he “likes me.” I’m too old to be identifying with memes posted and shared by girls in their high school years. I’m too old to be this afraid of love making.
Being In a Toxic Relationship is Not the Worst Thing You Can Do
Growing up with my father made me realize early on that not all men are the greatest. He was an abusive alcoholic who made my mother's life miserable for 24 years. She got pregnant with my oldest brother at 18 and then had five more children.
Eliza ThornberryPublished 7 years ago in HumansHesitation
Today my favorite quote—or the most relevant—goes like this: “I’m not the perfect girlfriend, I’ll yell at you, get jealous, be stubborn, over think, and get insecure. But I’ll love you better than anyone.”
The One I Let Go
I saw you the other day. Not in the creepy, "Every step you take", kind of way...just in passing. You were driving one direction and I, the other, but during that time, 40mph seemed to slow down to a frame by frame moment.
Erika ShultzPublished 7 years ago in Humans