breakups
When it comes to breakups, pain is inevitable, but Humans thinks that suffering is optional.
Dear Narcissistic Ex
An excerpt from a letter written to my ex on 10/27/2016: “I don’t think it’s fair of you to track my driving routes, interrogate my whereabouts, and make me feel like I am being shady. I simply pulled over to go on my phone. It took no more than 10 minutes, C***. I’m sorry I couldn’t recall what it was I was looking at. But, I swear I was not meeting anyone. It was just the shortest most direct route to Olivia's house. If I am being completely honest, it’s getting to the point where I don’t want to tell you anything anymore. I am honestly convinced that I cannot do anything right with you and every decision I make is going to turn into a fight that I can never win. Please, just hear me out.”
By ghostwriterx6 years ago in Humans
Our love was a victory
I still have my first memory of her.Hello, would you like my orange juice? No... Actually yea I'll have it. Would you like my banana? Finding out later Bananas' are the worst to some people. There are some other things that indicated to me people can be so nice. I was at the bottom and so was she. And as we began talking I was so intrigued by somebody who grew up with a stable, happy family but things can still be hard. The parts that really grabbed my interest was the trips to the better hospital. Never asking for anything while we were right next to the shop. I think this was when I made up my mind I wanted this one. As the unacknowledged youngest billionaire in the history of the world, I know what it takes for experiences to become future potential. At first, when I saw her art I was excited and inspired. We moved in together. It was good at first, but something changed. All the things that made her beautiful were pushed beneath the surface by what people as a whole have determined entertainment. Most nights were filled up by watching re runs of television shows. I always felt sick when I caught a snippet of something I saw before she was even born when my mom and here drunk friends had watched the same episode back in 1997. But still I loved something about her. It wasn't just her natural beauty, it was the young child look eyes would light up when something positive happens. Her eyes were so playful. Being told what and what not to do really started to change me. I tried to do everything she told me to do so I could make her happy.
By Marcus Azaria6 years ago in Humans
Friend-zoned: From Pal to Pervert
In a moment of distress Jack came to my rescue. We had only met once before, and barely spoke then, but today he was my knight in shining armor. Over the next few months Jack and I became very close. We shared secrets, insecurities, laughter, tears and in a night of Tequila-induced passion, we shared my bed.
By Kathryn Kingsley6 years ago in Humans
A Letter to My Friend Who Has Just Gotten Separated
Dear Friend, I have been exactly where you are. I survived this first day. This day when you wake up terrified and alone, when you open your eyes, in a bed that you once shared with your spouse or one you never have because it's your friend's sucky couch, and you start shaking because as you blink up at the ceiling and realize what day it is, it dawns on you that life as you know it is over.
By Tara Blair Ball6 years ago in Humans
Dear NoHeart
Dear NoHeart, You were my first love… but you have no idea how you affected me or my future… I loved you because you didn’t seem to care about what other people thought of you. In fact, you enjoyed every bit of those negative perspectives, you loved the anarchy because that was how we would ‘fight the system’ in our day. You seemed free because you didn’t give a f*** who was watching and did what you wanted. To my sheltered mind, that looked like the closest thing to freedom that I would ever know. (If we are being honest, you seemed to have everything that I lacked… so I thought you were the missing puzzle piece)
By Dear Mischka6 years ago in Humans
Dear January/February Me
To my January/February self, It’s 1st of March. Seven weeks ago, you didn’t even think you could last another day because of the immense, overwhelming amount of pain that you were feeling. But, you did it. You made it to March. Isn’t that spectacular? Your strength and determination will surprise you, and continue to surprise you, throughout this journey of grieving. Things you never thought that you could get through, you’re getting through. In your head, you will be able to hear all of your friends and family saying, I told you so.
By Virag Dombay6 years ago in Humans
4 Steps to Getting Over Your Ex
Look... I know this is absolutely easier said than done. You put time into your relationship. You spent your money. You probably shed some blood, maybe some tears and if you were really good at it, you possibly did a little sweating.
By Tanaine Jenkins6 years ago in Humans
I survived a narcissistic sociopath, Part Five
I kept asking myself over and over again why would a smart, attractive vibrant woman stay in this unhealthy relationship. I kept thinking there was something wrong with me maybe I was weak maybe I was ashamed or maybe I just didn’t understand that I was a victim of a predator . Then I found an article with a simple two word heading trauma bonding. And basically trauma bonding is when you’re loyal to someone who is abusive and destructive.
By From Pieces to Peace6 years ago in Humans
When You Learn Your Lawyer Is Not Your Advocate, But Their Own and You Just Don't Matter
As humans, our instinct would have us believe that when we are at our lowest, there would be people to help you. We have friends, family and circles of loved ones and acquaintances. Thanks to 'social media', we now read and see stories nearly every day of people coming to the aid of complete strangers in all kinds of difficult situations to help others. It's an instinctual action. We make others feel good and in return, we feel good. It's one of the traits separating us from most other animals. Acts of compassion. A simple touch. The ability to recognize right from wrong. Donating to various causes and charities. If you're fortunate enough to have a famous name, using it for the good of all. Not simply the good of you. These acts of goodness and kindness bring out the best in us. Bring out what we aspire to be. What we try and teach our children.
By Steve Komito6 years ago in Humans
How to be a Heartbreaker
High school sucks. At least for most people it does. Secondary 4 was probably my worst year. We all know what it’s like to not fit in. I was one of the only black girls in my entire school. I had friends...or at least I thought I did. When I was younger, from secondary one through three, I had a clique. We were all outsiders together so that made high school so much easier. Unfortunately by the time I reached secondary 4, that entire clique had been dismantled. My best friend had been hospitalized unfortunately, two of my closest friends had moved away, I dated one of the members and when we broke up, the friendship was over, some found new friends, others had graduated, and before I knew it, it was just me. So what kept me going? Well that’s easy. The whole reason I was looking forward to high school was to be grown. What do grown women have that little girls don’t? Boyfriends. That’s right.
By Pamelee Paris6 years ago in Humans
