breakups
When it comes to breakups, pain is inevitable, but Humans thinks that suffering is optional.
Mungai Eve: Age, Net Worth, Biography, YouTube Earnings & More
She went from walking Nairobi’s streets with a borrowed mic to interviewing Kenya’s biggest celebrities—before she even turned 25. Mungai Eve is not just a YouTuber; she’s a one-woman media powerhouse, a digital hustler who turned street interviews into a multimillion-shilling brand.
By Marveline Merababout a year ago in Humans
How to Heal After a Breakup: A Step-by-Step Guide
Breakup is one of those experiences in life that hurts the heart deeply. When someone we love deeply leaves our lives, we feel a void. This pain is sometimes so deep that we do not understand how to bear it. But the truth is that life moves forward even after every breakup. Feeling the pain, accepting it and then slowly healing yourself – this is real bravery.
By The Content Crafterabout a year ago in Humans
Love Bombing or Honeymoon Phase: Save Yourself Today
Understanding Love Bombing vs. Honeymoon Phase When a relationship is just starting to grow, receiving lots of love and attention can be very exciting. However, there is a big difference between real love during the honeymoon period and love bombing, which is a way to manipulate someone. As responsible people who care about mental health, we need to spot these early warning signs to keep ourselves and our loved ones safe.
By Relationship Guideabout a year ago in Humans
Inside Peter Cook’s Affair: Christie Brinkley Tells All in ‘Uptown Girl’
In her newly released memoir Uptown Girl, Christie Brinkley opens up like never before, recounting the pain, betrayal, and resilience that followed the highly publicized affair between her then-husband, architect Peter Cook, and an 18-year-old assistant.
By Sangita Nandiabout a year ago in Humans
How to Get Over a Breakup and Rediscover Yourself
It can seem like the end of the world after a breakup. Whether it ended suddenly or slowly unraveled, letting go of someone you once cared about deeply is never easy. The confusion, sadness, rage, and loneliness that accompany the emotional rollercoaster can be overwhelming. But even in the darkest moments, there is a way forward.
By Morsalin Russellabout a year ago in Humans
Navigating Modern Day Dating
The dating and relationship environment has changed significantly in a time of swift technological advancement and evolving social conventions. The days of meeting someone by happenstance in a coffee shop or at a party hosted by a mutual friend are long gone. Dating apps have completely changed the way we connect nowadays by providing us with a wide range of possibilities. But even as these platforms offer never-before-seen access to possible partners, they also bring with them fresh difficulties that need for cautious handling.
By Shahjalal Shakikabout a year ago in Humans
The Whispering House at Endridge Lane
I was never one to believe in ghost stories or haunted houses. But when I inherited the old manor on Endridge Lane from an uncle I’d never met, I didn’t hesitate to pack my bags and leave the city behind. The house was ancient, tucked deep into a thicket of trees, with ivy clawing at the stone walls and windows that stared out like blind eyes. The townspeople gave me odd looks when I mentioned the address. A few mumbled prayers. One old man simply said, “Don’t stay after dark.” I thought it was small-town superstition. But they knew something I didn’t. The first week passed in quiet curiosity. The creaking floors and shifting shadows didn’t scare me. It was an old house. Of course it made noise. But on the eighth night, I woke at exactly 2:17 AM to the sound of whispers in the hallway. Not the wind. Not the house settling. Whispers. I opened the door. The hallway was empty, but colder than the rest of the house. Ice touched my skin. I told myself it was a dream and went back to bed. The next morning, I found a dusty book under the floorboard in the study—wedged between warped planks that looked like they’d been pried up and nailed back hurriedly. It was a diary. The pages were yellowed and fragile. The handwriting neat, rushed in places. The name on the first page chilled me: Margaret E. Holloway, 1927. My great-grandmother. The diary started harmlessly—garden updates, notes about the weather, names of family members I’d never heard of. But soon, the tone shifted. Margaret began talking about a boy named Thomas who appeared only at night. She described hearing his footsteps in the attic, seeing him in mirrors, feeling his breath on her neck while she slept. “I asked him what he wanted,” one entry read, “but he never speaks—he only weeps.” In one of the last entries, dated October 13th, 1928, she wrote: > “The house is not ours. It never was. Thomas wants us gone. He says we’re in his room. I told Father, but he locked me in the attic. I think Thomas is angry now. There is blood under the floor.” That night, I couldn’t sleep. Every creak, every groan of the house felt like a warning. At 2:17 AM, the whispers returned. This time, they were louder. I pressed my ear to the wall and heard a child sobbing. Terrified, I ran to the attic. The air was thick. Dust choked the moonlight filtering through the cracked windows. In the far corner, a trunk sat buried under a tarp. Inside it were children’s clothes from another era, brittle with time. And something else. A small wooden box wrapped in twine, sealed with wax. Inside were teeth. Human. Child-sized. I dropped it and fled. The next day, I called a local historian. He confirmed that a boy named Thomas Whitaker lived in the house in 1892. He died in the attic—locked in during a scarlet fever outbreak. The family had sealed the records out of shame. I returned to the attic one final time that evening. I brought a candle, the diary, and whispered, “I’m sorry, Thomas.” The flame flickered. The room warmed slightly. And then the whispers stopped. I left the house the next morning and never went back. I donated it to the historical society. They told me it’s been quiet since. But sometimes, I still dream of 2:17 AM. And a boy with hollow eyes who just wanted to be heard.
By Muhammad Tariqabout a year ago in Humans
When Silence Spoke the Loudest
We didn’t break up in the way people expect. There were no shouting matches, no emotional breakdowns, no dramatic ultimatums. We didn’t say harsh words we would later regret. In fact, we didn’t say much at all. That’s what made it so difficult. We simply sat across from each other one evening, eating dinner in silence. I remember the sound of the fork clinking softly against the plate. The hum of the fridge. The weight of the air between us. He looked tired. Or maybe it was just that he’d stopped looking at me the way he used to—like I was someone he couldn’t imagine a day without. That night, something unspoken passed between us. I realized I hadn’t touched his hand in weeks. I hadn’t leaned into him during movies. I hadn’t laughed with him, or at him, or even near him. We had gone from lovers to roommates, from partners to polite strangers. The scariest part? Neither of us had the energy to fix it anymore. He used to be the person I ran to when something went wrong. Now I found myself opening my phone and hesitating. Not because he wouldn’t listen—but because I no longer believed he wanted to. I asked him during that dinner, “Are you happy?” He took a moment to answer. Then he looked at me—not with anger or frustration, but with a tired softness—and said, “I don’t know.” That hurt more than a “no.” Because at least “no” would have meant he still felt something. But “I don’t know”? That meant he had stopped feeling altogether. We didn’t break up that night. Not officially. We just didn’t try anymore. The next morning, he went to work as usual. No kisses. No “see you later.” Just a nod. I sat by the window after he left, staring at the street like I was waiting for a message that never came. And it didn’t. Three days later, he returned to pick up some of his things. We didn’t talk about what was happening. He packed in silence. I offered him tea. He said no, with a smile that looked like a thank-you and an apology all in one. We hugged. Briefly. Lightly. The kind of hug you give someone at a funeral. There was no closure, no dramatic ending. We didn’t block each other. We didn’t erase photos. We just stopped existing in each other’s present tense. I cried later, of course. Not because of the ending, but because of how quiet it was. Because a love I had believed in so deeply had ended not with a bang, but a sigh. And yet, in that silence, I learned something important: not every relationship ends in flames. Some simply run out of air. It taught me that love isn’t always about holding on. Sometimes, the deepest love is in letting go without burning the house down behind you. I don’t regret our time together. He showed me kindness, comfort, and what it felt like to be seen—at least for a while. I hope I gave him the same. Sometimes, people come into your life to show you what love can feel like—even if they’re not meant to stay. Today, I think of him when I walk past that restaurant we both loved. Or when I hear that song he used to hum. It no longer hurts the way it used to. It’s just a memory now. One with quiet edges. If you’re reading this and you’re in that silence with someone—listen closely. Sometimes, the quiet tells you everything you need to know.
By Muhammad Tariqabout a year ago in Humans
Karen Nyamu: Age, Husband, Biography, Salary, Net Worth, Tribe, Father & More
Karen Nyamu is no stranger to the spotlight. Whether it's her fiery presence in Kenyan politics, her high-profile relationships, or her unapologetically bold personality, she has become one of the most talked-about figures in the country. But beyond the headlines and social media buzz lies a fascinating story of ambition, resilience, and reinvention.
By Marveline Merababout a year ago in Humans
Things We Never Got Over
Things We Never Got Over by Lucy Score is an emotionally charged, heartwarming romantic novel that will keep you hooked from the very first page. A perfect blend of humor, deep emotions, and romance, this book will take you on a journey of love, healing, and personal growth. With a storyline that’s both captivating and thought provoking, Lucy Score has created a rich narrative filled with compelling characters and heartfelt moments.
By Muhammad Hayatabout a year ago in Humans
