breakups
When it comes to breakups, pain is inevitable, but Humans thinks that suffering is optional.
Traveling Alone with a Broken Heart
Sure, it sounds dramatic. Maybe it is. For six months now, my partner and I had this amazing 10-week road trip across the United States planned out. We wanted to see as many National Parks as we could, and we both wanted our fur babies to see the same. We had the same ideas about traveling and getting out of our comfort zone, and figuring things out as they came along. It all came to a sudden halt just five days before we were supposed to take off. I’m trying to learn quickly to not play the blame game, but what was supposed to be an incredible summer with my boyfriend ended up with me scrambling to figure out everything I’d need to know for a solo adventure for an entire summer across the US.
By Megan Saber7 years ago in Humans
Not Ready
When my parents first signed me up for driving school in the last week of summer, I wasn't very enthused. Being a very shy guy who didn’t like talking to new people, I knew this was going to be a challenge. Even though I’ve been an athlete all my life, playing high level basketball and volleyball, I still struggle with talking to people.
By Spencer Hewitt7 years ago in Humans
The Things You'll Never Hear Me Say
The tears are finally falling... I didn't think I had it in me. I felt like I had felt all the hurt and let it go. But no, because the last time we talked you told me to not blame myself, to be strong, and keep pushing. How could I not blame myself?! I ignored my gut feelings because I saw something in you, if you were to ask me to explain I wouldn't be able to. As friends, we could have had a really solid bond. But you couldn't help yourself, could you? You just had to have more, and at what price? For you? Nothing. Me? Absolutely everything.
By Rey Dimayuga7 years ago in Humans
Eighteen Years of Wasted Time
Eighteen years of wasted time… I first met him. He was charming, fun, attractive. I was into him; he was into me. I found someone to hang out with, I was twenty-two, he was twenty-one. I was happy having fun with him. I thought he was happy having fun with me.
By Jill Carson7 years ago in Humans
Not All Bruises Are Visible on the Skin
My sister is floating round high as a kite. Happy pills do not take away the problem, and if you were to take away the pills we'd still be in the same boat. It concerns me that people are perceiving her induced positivity as a cure, end of problem, that's all, folks. She was given her prescription last week, on the back of her boyfriend breaking up with her. But it's more than that, we've learned. It wasn't until after the break up that she began to open up about what really went on. She'd sit and tell me about the sexual things he's make her do and then wonder why I sat there horrified.
By Louisa Jane7 years ago in Humans
Call Me If You're Sad
I just want to know, if you weren't waiting for me to say it first, when would you have said you love me? Would it have been before or after I did? Did I say it too soon? Is that what made this end? Or was it the fact that I walked outside a few time that night? Maybe it was how I kept pushing you to come closer to me when you clearly wanted your space. I know what you're going to say… it isn't anything you did, I'm just… not ready. Well the thing is, clearly it is me, because ready or not here I am. Willing put in the work, but I guess that's because I am working toward something that is so far beyond what I deserve and you… well you'd be back tracking to something unbefitting. I am, in fact, inferior to you in most things. You are more desirable, exceptional in all you do, exceeding every expectation I ever had for you. I am an unsightly basket case. So fickle I unravel at the smallest inconvenience. While it may be unhealthy to view myself in this light, it is the only switch I can find, and its deep purple hue of sadness is an unbecoming tone on my tear soaked face. So I'll turn off the light, I'll wallow here in my dysphoria no longer thinking about my own shortcomings, but about how I miss the sheer sound of your voice. The sweet sweet harmony when you sang and the way it felt to lay my head on your chest. The way your hand felt in mine as we drove to our next adventure, or how you couldn't help but smile when you looked into my eyes. A smile so infectiously attractive that it brought out mine even when I wasn't sure I was capable. I'll think about all this and wonder, how did I go from encountering sunshine even when it rains through the gentleness of your kiss on my cheek to feeling all the pain of losing someone who once asked me if it was crazy to think that we could be each others forever. Weeks have gone by and I've tried to move on, but every time I contemplate such an act I recall that it's you I really want. Sure, I was fine before you, happy even, and now, well… I am fine, just fine. You know, when I called my mother to tell her I had lost the best thing that had happened to me in a long time, she asked if I wanted to hurt myself… since that's what I do. But for once in my life my answer was no. Not because I wasn't upset, but because I was not numb to this pain as I had been to everything else. I didn't need to force myself to feel something anymore. I suppose that's the downside of being healthy, feeling all this pain... all while still wondering if you are doing alright. Still hoping maybe, just maybe I'll get a text message that says you're willing to try. Taking comfort in the thought of you just going through life, as though that month hadn't happened, still smiling, laughing, singing, and obsessing over trivial things like labor and hockey, because all I want is for you to be happy, and if your embodiment of that word lacks my presence, then so be it. I guess what I'm trying to say is call me if you're ever sad because you realize you may be willing to settle for a slightly mad blonde with eyes for only you.
By Hannah Rose7 years ago in Humans
