breakups
When it comes to breakups, pain is inevitable, but Humans thinks that suffering is optional.
The Man Who Brought Her Down
There I was. As I layed in bed scrolling through Facebook, I saw that message request. Good looking guy, right? So naturally I responded to his message. The talk was casual, and then he gave me his phone number.. so I called him. We talked a good couple hours on the phone with conversations about our lives and this and that. The one thing that got me about our phone conversation was that he was drinking a vodka mixed drink and he was a little loopy it seemed to me (that should’ve been my first clue).
By Melissa Tschumper 6 years ago in Humans
Home.
The hardest part about coming home was that, even after I had been so sure of myself, so sure that this was what I had wanted; I felt guilty. I wasn’t a vicious or callous person, but I had done a cruel thing and there was no denying it. No matter how hard I tried.
By Katherine Pollock6 years ago in Humans
Green Pants
I was heading to Goodwill that day to find an outfit that made me feel powerful. I wanted something that stood out, something colorful, an outfit far outside my standard atttire of Levi’s and a graphic tee. I needed this because later that sweaty afternoon, I was going to meet my girlfriend at the park. There she’d dump me. I wanted to saunter into that park dawning an outfit so flamboyant that my girl would break into one last smile before it was all over. One last time I wanted to see her happy and maybe remind her that it hadn’t always been this bad.
By Raisin Brazon6 years ago in Humans
Mirrored Vision
I said it, I meant it, and I was right. Still, I wish I had the power to reach into the multi-verse to pull those gut-wrenching words from all of existence because there’s absolutely no way I can make it up to her now; no way I can ever make her feel like she belongs in my world ever again.
By Gabby Swears6 years ago in Humans
Death of a Dream
I write in the pain of my heart the one has been forsaken by the love of my life. I am crushed by the fear of loneliness and loss of love. Will I ever feel love again? Will I ever hold her again? My hope has been taken away from me and been replaced with emptiness. The hollowness of my heart echoes with the voice of my despair and loss. My heart shatters into so many pieces, it's replaced with the darkness where no light can pierce through. I live my days just dying inside but the day will come in the morning my eyes won't open again to see another day. For I am teased with a hope of love but again it’s taken away. Am I not worthy to be just loved? My tears are my food and my desire for natural food and drink passes away slowly. I have become nothing I once thought I have become like the clay of the earth. Clay is something and has a purpose. I lost everything when I lost you my purpose was taken, and you where the love of my life. All is lost except my breath that too will be taken away soon. My only relief is that day when my breath is taken from me I'll have peace again. Love that is lost never really comes again to someone that belongs nowhere and is no one. For now I am living nowhere and my name has changed to no one. So when my last breath comes I won’t be missed no one who once lived nowhere. The pages of my past and future is torn into nothing. I now won't ever have existed, and I have never been missed, I never been loved and my heart never been broken. My memory will be erased from my love’s mind. I became no one from nowhere because I was really nothing in the beginning. I was just a dream that was tossed to the dust of the earth and forgotten. I’m just now a dream to travel the world seeking to be dreamed again, loved again to exist again, be somewhere and have a name again. Until then I just wait hopelessly hoping for a day I become a realized reality, into someone's mind again that I would be her dream again. If I shouldn’t be her dream again Ill just travel the world aimlessly wandering till my last day my last hour and my last breath.
By Jeremy Ruiz6 years ago in Humans
"My Husband and I Agreed Another Man Should Impregnate Me" - The Full Toyin and Dotun Story
Now THIS is what you call an interesting story. Over the last couple of hours, this story of a couple who are currently in court because they both agreed that the wife be impregnated by another man has been circulating the internet. Upon seeing it, I was as you can imagine very intrigued and decided to read more about the court case. Woo! It is JUI-CY. And there is so much discussion to have from it because there are so many sides to the story.
By Jide Okonjo6 years ago in Humans
Sinking Ship
The ship was slowly sinking. She told him it was, but he stood there and looked out at the horizon like she had not said a word. She told him that she would be getting off at the next port, but he did not seem to hear that either. In fact, the man did not seem to hear anything she said, no matter the subject. The water began to rise, and the boards began to creak and break, and she became scared. She would have almost thrown herself into the ocean to avoid going down with the ship… But then it would stop, and she would have the illusion that she was safe, that they were safe…but it never stopped for long. Just when she had convinced herself maybe it was not sinking, she could see water pooling in the corners of the deck, and she knew she was mistaken. She had loved this ship. How could she stay and watch it go down? But she did. They passed port after port and she thought about getting off, but how could she leave the man there, staring at the horizon? She could convince him to fix the ship. She could get him to patch the holes and it would stop sinking. But no matter what advice she gave him to fix it, he stood fixed, staring at the horizon. He saw something there, something that was a destination that she could not see. She could tell he believed he would get there, on this sinking ship. What the man could not realize is that the horizon moved. The nearer you came, the farther it receded into the distance. She tried to tell him that he could never reach the horizon, that in fact, it was not a destination. It was an illusion. But the man did not hear. The man then started to build something on the deck. At first, she could not tell what it was, as the man never spoke a word to her other than to tell her if they were getting weather, or to ask her how her day was. And the man built. Every day he built. She tried to tell him you could not build a structure on a sinking ship, but he did not listen, and he built. She finally realized it was a house he was building, a place he wanted to live. But he only built it big enough for him to fit, and all the while the ship sank. She realized that even if the structure had a solid ground, it was not built for her as only one person could fit inside. She watched him build and she finally realized, she must leave the ship. She spent many days, just staring at the man build. She was trying to understand why he was doing it as the ship sank. She asked him questions about why there was no room for her, what he would do with the structure when it was sitting at the bottom of the ocean? She screamed, she pulled her hair out, and still, the man said nothing to her. The next port was nearing, and she packed what little was left of her belongings, what had not already been lost to the ocean. The man did not even notice when she left the ship. She stepped onto the grass, onto solid ground, which she had not felt in ages. It felt so good to have in under her feet. She fell to the ground and hugged it in joy. She did not care that people were staring at her. She would no longer care what anyone thought again. She looked back at the ship one last time, and she could see the man building furiously, as the water finally reached his ankles. He then realized what was happening and stopped for the first time. He looked for her all around the ship, frantically, panicking when he could not find her. But where had she gone? She could see him searching, and she felt sad for the man, but now he was too far away to reach. He finally saw her shadowed outline on the shore. When had she gotten there? He waved at her and smiled. He wished he could make out her face. The words she had been saying for months hit him now, and he could feel the water rising to his shins and his smile faded. It was then he realized she had been right. The boat had been sinking all along. He searched for her shadow along the shore again, one last image to hold onto as he sunk into the water. But she was gone.
By Lolita Libra6 years ago in Humans
Where did it all go wrong?
Where did it all go wrong? It feels like unfinished business. You ran, you turned your back and left me feeling destroyed holding all the responsibility. I never told you what I should have when we were together. I held it all in. I miss the person I met; the person I knew before our family began. I cannot believe after all the things we have been through; I still dream about what could have been.
By Kristen Viscardi6 years ago in Humans
