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How I Chose Spirituality
In 2014 I met my twin flame. I can remember the first time I ever saw him like it was yesterday, & the event happened three years ago. I was four months out of a relationship with a karmic partner. This karmic partner introduced me to the world of cheating & tainted my trust in men. Prior to this, I had never been cheated on & I began questioning what about me would make him do that. My karmic partner seemed to adore me but it was an endless cycle of the same things for months. He would cheat, I would find out, I would try to break up with him, he would cry & tell me loved me. Needless to say, the guilt & longing for approval would send me back his way. However, I had never been the type to stick around energy that wasn't matched to mine, so eventually, we broke up for good.
By T. Chevonne9 years ago in Humans
Emotional Abuse is Hard to Catch
When we first met, he was so nice. I told him all of the heartache I had been through and he promised me he was different. He knew I had been cheated on in every single relationship I have ever been in. He knew the scars on my heart were still healing and he promised to help the progress. He promised me he would never, ever hurt me or cheat on me. Months passed and I fell head over heels. He was something out of a book. We never fought, we were in love. He wanted to be with me forever, he said.
By Sarah Mullins9 years ago in Humans
A Letter To An Aspiring Heartbreaker
To the person I thought you could never be, I was broken and silent, loving but loveless. I was hanging on by a thread and piece by piece it was dwindling away. I was empty, my heart shattered and my spirit in shambles. I was on the edge of the ledge convinced that I would always be alone. I was half gone, scraping the earth for a piece of myself, scraping the world trying to find peace in myself. Happiness was a foreign concept to me, a distant feeling. I was on my last leg with nothing left to hold me up and falling with no one to catch me. I was everything and nothing at all, all at the same time. I had given up hope that anything could get better, that I would ever deserve better. I was certain that lonely hell was all I’d ever have to live in and there was nothing to hold on to.
By Vivian Noir 9 years ago in Humans
How Do I Pick Up the Pieces?
Memories are haunting. I wish I had a way to shut them off. Like a remote for the mind, if you will. Everything is reminding me of him and it's because we did everything together. I'm mourning and I can't stop. He promised me that I wouldn't be alone. That he would never hurt me. But here I am, alone and hurt. Hurt by the person who was never supposed to hurt me. The person who I loved with every single ounce of who I am. The person that held my heart. And when he left, he didn't let go of my heart. He still had it in his grip as I forced myself out of the door. I felt every tendon snap with every step I took. Then it was emptiness. Then there were tears. A constant flow that never stopped. From 8am to 4am the next day. Constant. And food is a foreign concept to me now. Every time I try to eat something, I take a few bites and feel sick. So my body is rejecting food. It's rejecting anything I put into it. Sleeping is also a foreign concept. I've slept a total of 6 hours in 3 days. If that. Every time I try and sleep, my chest feels heavy and I can't help but think about how he should be next to me, holding me, like he did every single night for 5 months. How do you go from sleeping beside someone every single night for 5 months, to sleeping alone on a couch? And let's not forget Reyna. God, do I miss that dog. And I miss him. I wish I didn't miss him. I wish I could erase him from my memory, if only for a day.
By Sarah Mullins9 years ago in Humans
Retribution: Chapter 16
The last few days of August blurred into the first few days of September. On these days, the sun rose behind a cloud of reddish mist to greet dusty and oppressively hot days. Heat waves could be seen at street level and the dusty wind did little cool things down.
By Rachel Lesch9 years ago in Humans
Best Wedding Sites for Your Budget
Planning your wedding is no easy task. While it is hands down one of the most exciting times of your life, it can very quickly become one of the priciest. So often do brides-to-be set out to keep their wedding within a budget and later find that their budget barely covers half of their grand planned event. Luckily, once again, for the world that we now live in, help is just a download away. Move over wedding planners and bulky wedding binders because your smartphone has everything you need when it comes to planning your big day. Need to get invitations? No longer must you spend hours online or at your local stationery store because now all you need is an app to create, print, and mail your perfect invite. Curious as to what other real brides spend on flowers, food, and music and create your own budget to match? These wedding sites can do all that and more.
By Jus L'amore9 years ago in Humans
More than Communication
A successful relationship has a lot of moving parts. There is not just one set of rules that everyone follows and then their relationship is a success. If you see a relationship adviser, you will get that person’s take on the situation and how it is presented at face value.
By Chris Ricks9 years ago in Humans
It Began With Obliviousness
I was 12 when all of the drama with guys began. The first guy’s name was Brad. I was 12 and he was 16, we went to church together and hung out at youth group every week. Our parents were friends in high school, I didn’t know there were issues with his mom until it was already too late and I didn’t care anymore. When I was 12, I had this what now seems pathetic little flip phone, but at the time it seemed like the coolest thing in the world. After weeks of talking to Brad at youth group and having a friendship, we exchanged numbers. We started texting and not even 2 days later, he joked around saying something along the lines of “it’s so boring to just sit around in your boxers waiting for your pants to finish drying.” My response was, “fair enough lol” and that was that.
By Ashley Marie9 years ago in Humans
The Here
Limited. We are limited. Space (in a non-scientific, infinite galaxy type way) is limited. If we are fortunate, we each have our own little boxes that we take up each night, walls that we store items collected/given over the years, rooms that we decorate in such a way as to show to whoever graces our doorstep who we want ourselves to be. Space, in this way, is moldable. It bends to our wishes and desires. It offers us a place in which we can more actively and more comfortably experiment with becoming the people that we would most like to be.
By Cherith Brook9 years ago in Humans
