breakups

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

I Planted Flowers
I planted the flowers in March. I went outside and it was warm and the threat of frost was basically gone. The yard needed cleaning. I mowed and tended to the weeds and started thinking. Imagining the flowers soon to come, the yard in full bloom. The peonies I knew would arrive not long from now. The black-eyed susans. The brief glory of cherry blossoms. Then, I started thinking of what I’d like to see. And, of course, what she might enjoy.
By A.6 years ago in Humans
Dealing With The Grief of A Breakup
I was sitting up in bed until 6 am, manically doing weird things and feeling hollow. But 10 months on, I'm writing an article about it and I feel OK. Even the depths of despair have their escape routes.
By Jean Kruger6 years ago in Humans
Not Wise Enough to Protect $20k From His Little Black Book
It was the year 2014. “Animals” by Maroon 5 was playing, while we fought through crowds to locate each other at a local pub north of Toronto during the long weekend. It was your birthday; it was also my sister’s who I celebrated with just hours before. To think you even share a birthday with my sister is an idea I cannot fathom, considering your poor judgment and overall character.
By Valerie Bevilacqua6 years ago in Humans
The Art of Unlearning Love
"Come here." "Why?" "Come here." “You’re so full of it,” I said. He stared at me, mouth open and arm still extended toward the third, un-sat-upon, cushion at the center of the couch.
By Ria Hill6 years ago in Humans
Old Pine Memories
She hated her, she wanted to believe otherwise and say that she loved her but in reality, James hated Arden more than anything in the universe itself. How could she leave her like that? They’ve been through hell and back together, somehow this second journey to hell and Arden decided to walk out. And how dare she? James put her life on the line, not once or twice, but every single time Arden walked out to lure in a new victim.
By Freyja Rizz6 years ago in Humans
You and me, now what?
We’ve all suffered through a breakup. Whether you’re breaking up or broken up with it rarely, if ever, feels good. However, it’s generally less painful when you’re driving the bus. I feel one of the biggest mind fucks is breaking up with your spouse, boyfriend or girlfriend and trying to detach, all the while you need to communicate daily because you have a child together. No matter how furious you are with him/her you need to take that phone call calmly and when asked if you can pick up your son tomorrow, you reply “of course”. Generally there are different words i’d like to be using and rarely is it “of course”. But you do it, put your ego aside, step it up. Take the high road. After all it’s about your son and not your husband. The silver lining (something I always try to find) you get to spend more time playing with the little guy, which is worth its weight in gold.
By Ronald Todd Woodward6 years ago in Humans
Starting Over
He kissed me and I started crying. “I just don’t think this is working anymore,” I whimpered. He scooted back and said, “I know.”
By Molly Caitlin Long6 years ago in Humans
heartbroken
On the day of my 3 month anniversary, I got broken up. I didn't expect it at all from him to do this to me. he didn't say anything to me at all without any warning or even a goodbye. he read my message on Snapchat but didn't bother to reply to me to say aw thanks babe I love you too happy 3 months. I don't know the reason why he broke up with me. we've dated for 3 months on May 25, 2020-august 25,2020 which is the longest I've been in since my breakup with the baby dad. I thought he wanted to marry me, be his forever, be with him every day and spend my life with him. I thought he wanted to take care of me and provide for me and be there for me when I made my decision for my neurofibromatosis type one because I have a tumor that can't be removed but now it can potentially be removed but that can cause a lot of risks for me including the pill to help with my tumor.
By Gracie Crusinberry6 years ago in Humans
Toxins
It began from the moment you and I crossed paths. We were two broken souls, desiring to find that special someone to glue us back together; a temporary fix, if you will. There you were, with your dark skin and pearly white teeth. And there I was, intoxicated and not giving a damn about the rest of the world. Oblivion struck me from the moment that I saw you. I had no idea what I was getting myself into, yet everything did not seem to matter anyway.
By Beverly Canabano6 years ago in Humans
For Once, I am Alone
For once, I am alone. Surprisingly, I am okay with that. Marilyn Monroe once said, “A wise girl leaves before she is left,” but the thing is, I have not decided if I was wise for leaving, or if I was foolish for not having left sooner. The relationship in question was not just a relationship, but a marriage. A short-lived, broken one at that. We were the type of couple that looked happy and put-together whenever we posted on social media. Loving selfies by a cliff-face while on a hike, feeding each other dessert after a romantic meal. We even took photos together in our scrubs and surgical caps, since we both worked in the same hospital, me a nurse and he a doctor. We were quite literally the picture of a healthy relationship. Behind closed doors, a different story was unfolding.
By Elizabeth Grace Parker6 years ago in Humans
I Painted My Nails Blue
I painted my nails kind of blue because I for all intents and purposes want to kind of kill myself in a subtle way. No, I''m not going to, they for all intents and purposes are there as a reminder I really have a choice, which specifically is fairly significant. I can kind of choose what happens if the pain gets too kind of bad that I for the most part have a choice to end it, or so they basically thought. I for the most part feel like my life basically has been made of choices that I didn't for the most part make in a subtle way. I mostly have dated two people in my life, both left me, demonstrating that no, I'm not going to, they particularly are there as a reminder I literally have a choice in a pretty big way.
By Carolann6 years ago in Humans
Healing: One Paddle at a Time
It was July 2020 when, for the first time in a decade or so, I tentatively (and not at all graciously, I must admit) lowered myself from a dock into the rear seat of a tandem kayak, floating on the grimy depths of the Limehouse Basin, East London. It was my housemate’s idea. We had spent most of the previous months barricaded in the house as Covid-19 sieged the city, and were grateful for this opportunity to spend some quality time out in the sun in the steadily re-opening world.
By Hannah Bailey-Evans6 years ago in Humans