breakups
When it comes to breakups, pain is inevitable, but Humans thinks that suffering is optional.
A Lonely Kind of Life
Billie stared at her keyboard blankly, tears threatening to fall from her face. Being stuck in the house with her family all day, every day has been very hard for her. She never had a good relationship with her parents even before the virus, but at least when she was able to go outside with friends, she could escape. Now, there was no escape for the distressed girl. Fights broke out in the house too often. Yelling and screaming, various objects being thrown around the house, sadness, and anxiety—this was her new world. She swears that if she got a penny for how often neighbors would come by, knocking on their door, only to complain about how they can’t go to sleep or their dog keeps barking because her parents were often way too loud for their own good, she would be out of the house, living in a gigantic estate and owning a luxurious yacht, away from her oh so stressful parents. “I wish I can leave and never come back!” her father’s voice echoed in her brain over and over again. This was something he said quite a lot. Then, he would leave the house, go on an hour of two hour drive just to get away from the family for a bit. When he would get back, he would sleep next to her mom, facing away from each other, trying very hard not to accidentally touch even the slighgest bit or talk to each other, even if if was just a small grunt of frustration. And him really abandoning them, like he said? She never knew if he meant it at all. She only knew that it hurt. “You know what happened? We fought again because of you two.” These were words that she had become accustomed to hearing. Her parents would often blow off steam after the fight by putting it all on Billie’s shoulders. It was her fault, always. She was a bad child, always. In a room with the whole family, her and her little sister would exchange words through eye contact, as their parents yelled for hours on end. This was their secret way of communicating, as their parents were never keen to listen to the two girls. It was as if her parents had forgotten that their young hearts could still feel. So, Billie always carried so much weight on her shoulders and never knew how to unload. Because of her situation, she was so often both physically and mentall tired. Taking plenty of naps through out the day, even maybe sleeping the day away, was only normal for her. What was worth waking up to anyway? Not that her mother would not come banging on her door to get out because she was “lazy”.
By Salem Rosé6 years ago in Humans
How to get over your Ex
So, they texted you last night: All is said and done...it's not you, I just need time to realise myself... They need time to realise their place in the world? Oh awesome, I thought they could do with a good spiritual trip to Nepal where they could climb Mt. Everest and realise the profundity and transient nature of life.
By Sophie Wakefield 6 years ago in Humans
Prisoners Pray Twice at Night
Tell me what you think of pink in the summer- the stink of wet lumber drying in the cold sun and crackling like its grains are trying to run south. My mouth is dry and my tongue has been scraped of the taste. I hate to think that any part of my life was a waste. You always hated when I told you stories of green monsters in late October. You always hoped your father would come home sober. Five Fridays a month he wished he'd had a son but, “what's done is done,” he always said. In his head he thought you were as good as dead. Red was your color then- anger, shame, embarrassment. Love- not even sometimes. Until I showed you how a sunrise can turn the sky tie-dyed and tired eyes see things differently.
By Michael L. Martin6 years ago in Humans
A RAVING LUNATIC
(Fragment: continued from last)... I know it’s been a long time and thus it may seem out of place to be on the receiving end of this. And yes, especially given all the years passed, I'm not really sure if you'll be interested in reading what I'm here attempting to express. But to be honest, given the relationship history we share I am finding it difficult not to include you (and the memories of our time together) in the process of self reflection I'm presently engaged in.
By Sergio Perez Lugo6 years ago in Humans
How to get over rejection
5 Steps to Getting Over Him Most of us can probably relate to the experience of loving someone who didn’t love us back. Women especially find it hard to move on from such experiences as we are constantly moved by our emotions. The good news is I have put together a few tricks that can help you overcome these emotions.
By Gracia Benita Kafunda6 years ago in Humans
Sea Crossing Confession
This time last year, I was sailing around Europe trying to live my best life. I was working again for a company called Yacht Week as a chef and hostess. I'd missed the season prior due to a devastating breakup with my ex-partner that I used to work with. I felt it would be an unhealthy decision to be in the same vicinity.
By Lauren Eimicke6 years ago in Humans
More Than Once
More Than Once He hit me. With his fists closed and my eyes open, he hit me. I sat there alone, crying out for help in inconspicuous little words typed letter by letter on my desktop computer. I entered a chatroom that evening. I entered the chatroom because I needed comforting words to occupy the silence. Fear can lack sound. I found someone to strike a conversation with. I described my feelings of detriment to this complete stranger. They were kind enough to stay with me. My husband [at the time] took our vehicle to go visit his mother. He was still in the process of getting his driver’s license renewed, so I was concerned about his whereabouts and his safety. I knew that if he were pulled over I would hear his voice on the other end of my phone, pleading for me to bail him out of jail. I also knew…I would have to hang up and call someone whom I’d be reluctant to share this humiliating news with, so they could give me a ride to the county detention center. Because if he were arrested while driving our car, our car would be towed and lost forever.
By L.S. Price6 years ago in Humans
Don’t Go Looking If You Don’t Want To Know
Cheating happens. Point blank it happens. Do not be one of those people with there head in clouds thinking it’ll never happen to you. The moment you do that is the moment it happens sad but true. So cheating happens and it sucks that we even have to think like this, but it does. The fact of the matter is that eventually, so many of us find ourselves in a relationship with someone who is unfortunately unfaithful. Boyfriend, girlfriend, husband, wife, it doesn’t matter, nor does it matter what stage of you relationship your in. People cheat, and good people get hurt because of it. Which flat out sucks. It’s something that impacts a lot of us, and every single time it is an absolute hectic vicious whirlwind of wretched emotions. The suspicion, betrayal, and more so thoughts of, what do you do?
By Taryn Thomas6 years ago in Humans
Catching up
Good morning, my name is Autumn Raine. Yes, that is my legal middle name. To start with, I am nineteen years old, I have five brothers and sisters (I am the second oldest), and I am getting a divorce. Let's travel back to May of 2018, I was standing in line after school to get my senior prom tickets and my friend introduced me to Josh Lewis. He was very handsome, defined jaw line, bright blue eyes, and a perfect smile. He was skinny but not too skinny, lean but not ripped. At first I paid no mind to him, until the night of prom. My friends and I had a falling out at prom and I as left stranded with no ride home. My friend had come as his date, but she was leaving to go hang out with her boyfriend who was not allowed in. I went up to her to see if she would stay a bit longer so she could give me a ride home, but instead she insisted I ask Josh. So, I did and he said yes. We hung out the rest of the night until the end of prom. He drove me home in his 2006 Scion Tc. We exchanged phone numbers and he drove off. We were messaging late that night and decided to hang out, so I finished the dishes and told my mom I was heading out for a bit. We went to the beach and we talked for hours and hours, before we knew it, it was three in the morning and I had to be up early. He drove me home and I was starstruck. Never would I have known what was going to come next.
By Autumn Raine Moulton-Pierce6 years ago in Humans
The Famous Last words
I feel immobilized. I’ve been sitting in the car now for I don’t even know how long. Time seems to be standing still. And I’m just stuck as the world continues around me. I can’t get up the strength to drive home. Or maybe I just don’t want to leave this parking lot. I just want to stay here in this tree light shopping center, with the immorally high priced liquor store and deli with putrid coffee. All because I don’t want time to change. I feel ok now but I have no idea how I’ll feel tomorrow or the day after that. And when I say ok, I mean ok in the sense where I won’t hurt anymore from being with you. From things you’ve caused. But there’s a scared feeling that I may lose it. I’m thinking all this through and I realize this is the probably the worst I’ll feel. It should only get better from here on out.
By Tracy Rose 6 years ago in Humans
