breakups
When it comes to breakups, pain is inevitable, but Humans thinks that suffering is optional.
The Other Woman
1 Did you ever love me? Does it even matter anymore? We created a kind of chaos and while I’ve waded through the wreckage to try and find a way through for the child we made, you’ve stayed behind to try and piece back together a life we destroyed.
By Clara Elizabeth Hamilton Orr Burns6 years ago in Humans
Dear Ex-Husband
YOU ARE A REMINDER! The unpleasant memory of a relationship I should have been cautious, patient and observant. My heart indulged in the beautiful tones of your voice, I allowed myself to get caught up. Caught up in the tales of fixing you, helping you, and loving you. I thought my love would heal you. I thought it would change you and make you nicer. The mood swings did not make things better. I allowed you to beat me with your sorrows, and I took it upon myself instead of walking away. I thought if I stayed and ‘proved’ myself to you. THAT YOU WOULD LOVE ME. BUT you did not. I do not blame you.. That is not something I wanted to do. I destroyed myself to love you, to give you strength. I hid behind a smile to prove that I was strong. But I was weak. When you would disappear. It left me with pieces I had to glue back together. I blocked out all the screaming I endured and pain to prove that I was happy. I lived in misery.
By Ashara Armand6 years ago in Humans
Guilt
He was what I wanted in high school. The mysterious dude that was quiet and goth and handsome. I knew that every girl in our group wanted him. Yet, somehow I got him to like me. We would talk for hours everyday, he was my best friend and he knew my secrets and I knew his. For months, this deep friendship of ours was hidden.
By Alexis Seabrook6 years ago in Humans
Soul Suckers
Where do I even begin. I live in a small town Alberta. Beautiful mountains, warm chinooks, great hiking trails, and full of soul suckers. Yes, soul suckers. Some of the worst people I have ever met in my life. You go to a city and you’ll hear, “the belly of the beast”. Well, my friend... try this shithole that even smells like shit. You’d think it being so close to the Rockies and all the pretty views it’d be a wonderful place, but I think it’s hell. Drugs addicts, rats, fake friends, racist losers, homophobic idiots. It’s like all these fucked up city scum landed in a hole in the wall and said here! Maybe the mountains will cure you. I think it this point I’m just writing to vent. Because I’ve never felt so far from peace in my life. I literally feel like these people are sucking my soul out of me. So there’s a guy I dated. We go back a long tome before I left and came back. Left a relationship and COVID happened, so I had no choice but to come back here where my mother and bonus dad reside. Run into this guy, wants to hang out all the time. Super sweet, at first. Very pushy on dating. I’m already heart broken from the last guy so why not. Silly me! Meet the family, meet his drug dealer uncle, meet his dying mother and his lovely little innocent 2 year old daughter. It was going great! We shared music, he fell in love with it again. We threw a few parties and I made new friends. Typical story right? I mean not like this story is going to turn into a huge surprise. It lasted two months. I have never seen someone do so much cocaine in my life! I used to be a stripper, I used to date drug dealers. But this was something else. Right on the table infront of his daughter at that. So long story short, I left him. Mom dies, I feel bad, I go back. When it’s to a point where you are trying to be a good woman and you are crying because of his problem and he’s screaming at you for it. You run girl. And don’t look back. He got an inheritance from the passing. Bless her soul. Can you take a guess where that all went? He bought a new truck off the lot and bought a camper. New big TV and the rest.. well. I don’t think I need to say it. When the tv was purchased, I went inside to unhook the old one. While doing so, one of the daughters toys fell over and in order to not lose my patience from and already stressful life, I had a smoke. He comes in and starts whipping her toys across the room like a child. And I mean WHIPPING. Big toys too. If one would have hit me it probably would have broke my nose or did some sort of damage. So that was it. I waited for him to fall asleep to a movie and I was gone. For good. Now he’s broke. Skinny as hell. Dating a meth addict.. which I won’t say much about because I have another story in the future about another endeavour of mine. It sucks because I lost a friend. And I jumped in head first when I knew my own heart still needed to heal from the man before. So I suppose if there’s something anyone can take away from this story is just watch out for you. But I’m not done! I have a few more soul sucker stories. Maybe it’s just me and the situations I put myself in. But I do feel there is some sort of nasty vibe or evil presence surrounding this town... Ta ta for now fans ❤️
By April N. Edwards6 years ago in Humans
What Happened?
My year started out like any other year: wishing I wasn’t the only one single in my family. I had just hit the 90 day mark at my new job and we had a team off-site meeting coming up so we had to make vision boards. The categories on mine were: Family, Relationship, Work, and Finances. My number one thing I wanted to work on this year was getting to know myself and feeling more comfortable in my own skin. I made the vision board and, of course, placed pictures of couples on there but didn’t have any high hopes of anything happening.
By Taylor Phillips6 years ago in Humans
Buried relationship
In these still moments I find my mind wandering to the graveyard of relationships long buried. While most I am happy are dead and buried one always stands out. The one that haunts me to this day. The one I destroyed from nativity of youth and pride. My last relationship had ended because my fiancé had found my poetry expressing my deepest desires and emotions. She threw it out and told me if she wanted her respect to not show emotion and be a man and suppress it. She eventually left me for a man she deemed more masculine. So, I was taught to bury my soul. I carried this knowledge to my next relationship. A funny thing about burying your soul is when you can't show or express an emotion it turns to resentment at the world. Being young and believing the stereotype that anger was the only feeling men could have I found it intoxicating. I was angry at having a job that was work I hated, I was angry at politicians who seemed to make a good living doing nothing but argue and make press conferences, and I was angry about my lot in life. I knew I could change my lot in life but, then I wouldn't be able to feel anger anymore the only emotion people deemed acceptable for a man. The next relationship saw something in me could tell I was suffering spent countless days trying to heal the pain, I carried with me. All she wanted was for me to feel safe expressing myself to her but, the lesson I had learned was ingrained to deep. I knew she wanted me to let myself feel and be whole again but, fear of losing her when she deemed me less than a man stopped me. Ironically it was this unwillingness to open up that doomed the relationship. For when she saw that I was unwilling, and it was not a matter of trust but of will that kept me this way she knew she couldn't save me and had to walk away. I was young, arrogant, and naive. This is why it haunts me. All I had to do was believe her when she told me it was ok to open up and trust that this time would be different. I threw away pure love in the name of fear and pride. I doubt she even thinks of me anymore in truth I hope she doesn't. I hope she found someone who can be what I refused to be but, still I regret the fact I had a chance at something amazing and lost it by my own fault.
By Thelomanious Skorinko6 years ago in Humans
This Place
And in that moment her heart started to beat out of her chest as all of their memories came flooding in. The tears the pain the frustration the love, she was overwhelmed with angst and cheer, to feel close to him again but only while being here. It wasn't the body of the person but yet the memories created with the person that created a feeling of a void. To know those memories would never happen again, and could never be replaced, that thought is what kept creeping in. She couldn't escape her feelings of guilt for being there without her, but most of all to be there with someone else. But she needed this like she needs food, she needed to sever her ties with her once known to be love, she needed to be free to do as she pleases without feeling guilt for doing so.
By UNpretentious6 years ago in Humans
Article: Trust is a Fragile Thing
Someone once told me that there is a saying that: "You can pick the right person at the wrong time." At first I didn't believe that saying because there is never a right person and life is unpredictable. Yet, I wish I could say that trusting someone is easy, that it's simple to love someone with all your heart and I wish I could say that relationships are easy. I wish that I could say dealing with someone's baggage is simple as fuck but it's hard and damaging. I know this because I know I've damaged people with mine, the same exact way they damaged me with theirs. But isn't that the price we pay for falling in love? Isn't that the price we pay for giving ourselves emotionally, physically, and mentally to someone that we barely know? I wish I could write and say that trusting and loving a person is easy but I would be spitting bullshit from my mouth. I wish I could lie and say that trust came easy to me...but it hasn't but it used too. Oh god...it used to slip into my hands so easily like water but even water starts to freeze and disappear.
By Alexia Villanueva6 years ago in Humans
