breakups

When it comes to breakups, pain is inevitable, but Humans thinks that suffering is optional.

Naïve
Sweet. Innocent. Young. Naïve. The perfect target. She hadn’t gotten the chance to experience real love, but she knew what it felt like to really, really like someone. So you took your chance. You were charming, deceitful, older, and misleading. You knew what to say, how to say it, and when to say it. You knew you could catch her attention and you did. She didn’t know you, but she wanted to. You were mysterious, you seemed like a bad boy and all girls are suppose to go for the bad ones, right? Make them fall in love. All girls want to be the one that the bad boy changes for. But let’s be realistic, you weren’t looking to be changed. You just wanted to have a little fun. And I hope you got what you wanted because God knows she didn’t see what was coming. You opened your arms and provided her with what seemed like genuine affection. And with a tongue like a snake’s you lured her in with your smooth and fallacious words. She wasn’t sure how she felt, but she knew it was different and you were right there to convince her that these feelings were her love for you and that they were good. You spent enough time and effort on her to gain her trust and build up her feelings and then you stopped, only putting in enough to keep her around for when you wanted her. Even though you paid minimal attention to her when she wanted to talk but gave her your 100% anytime she offered herself to you, she still told herself that you loved her. You built her up when she doubted you, when she started to see you for who you really were you convinced her that she was wrong and that she was overthinking, or worrying too much and that she should be thankful for you. And when she’d agree, you’d let her fall back down. You made her light up and right when she thought she meant something to you, you blew out her light. You left her crying alone in her room on nights she questioned your feelings towards her. You left her feeling empty when she saw you touch and flirt with other girls. Of course you said they were just friends. She thought maybe she was doing something wrong, maybe she needed to try harder, maybe she needed to look prettier, maybe she needed to dress sexier. She gave you her everything, her mind, body, and soul. And you couldn’t even give her proper love after you were done using her. You had her begging and pleading for attention or acknowledgement. Anything to make her feel like she mattered. In the time it took you to gain her love, it took even longer for her to realize that you didn’t actually want her. Those words, “I love you,” meant nothing coming from you. Her first love was her first heartbreak. You used her, abused her, damaged her. And while she’s here clinging to the last bits of her heart that she has left, you are just fine. You got all the fun you wanted. You made her believe that you were the love she had been waiting to experience. She figured out it was all just a lie when you began to just lose interest. But in actuality you were never interested. And this sweet, innocent, and naïve girl was still young. But she felt as if she had aged 1,000 years. The stress, worry, fear, sadness, it ate at her from the inside out. She may be young, but her youth has been stolen from her. And after you’ve thrown her away, she knows more. But she would exchange what she has learned in her time with you for the naïve and happy girl she used to be. If this was love; bitter, deceptive, one-sided, and heart-wrenching. She wanted no part of it.
By Jo Renee8 years ago in Humans
I Wasn’t Ready
It all started a few months ago; I was at a coffee shop and witnessed a girl spill her drink. When I saw her, my heart skipped a beat. I could feel my boiling, viscous, blood ascending towards my rosy cheeks and forehead, only furthering their bright red color. To say I was nervous is an understatement—my chest felt like sheet iron and my throat tightened like a noose, barely allowing enough room to breathe, let alone speak. After spending more time than I would care to admit convincing myself to relax and act confident, I finally approached her: the girl who quickly invaded my thoughts and instantly had an unyielding vice on my heart. I desperately scoured my brain trying to conjure up something witty and cute to say in hopes of seeing her gorgeous lips trace themselves into a smile. Without even touching me, this girl I hadn’t even met yet put me in a strangle hold and refused to let go, even after I tried to tap out. Unfortunately, my nerves quickly got the best of me, and I walked past her without any attempt at a conversation. However, as I looked over my shoulder and realized nobody even acknowledged the incident, I rushed back to help her clean it up.
By [email protected]8 years ago in Humans
My Non-Happy Ever Afters With My Exes
I have chosen to present myself as a Mrs, even though I am single and have never been married in my life. Since I was a teenager I have forever been a die hard fan of romance and true love, but by living in this reality, I have realised that things are way harder than we think they are. For me, the hardest part has been to accept myself as a woman who has no need of a man that will make her feel strong and ready to live life fearlessly (of course, if that even exists as a word). But, weirdly enough, I do prefer to be still a Mrs., my own Mrs.
By Mrs Wander8 years ago in Humans
It's Been Two Days
You know when you get the enormous rush of feelings? Oh, just a hurricane coming straight at you and the only thing you can do is run. But no, no, NO, running is not an option here because the hurricane is much faster than you and it will swallow you up.
By Random Thoughts8 years ago in Humans
Mum, I'm in Love with a Gaslighter
Names have been changed to protect identities of people in this story, but everything is raw and real. I am telling this story on behalf of a very close friend. They have given me permission to tell their story as my first article as they feel it is important to recognize someone may be a victim of gaslighting regardless of age or gender.
By justwingit.kim .8 years ago in Humans
Trust
Trust is a big word.... I met this guy my freshman year of high school and he was a senior. My friend had set us up on a date that lead to me losing my virginity to him a couple weeks later after spring break. We ended up being 'friends with benefits' type of thing till he graduated. This guy meant so much to me that I would do anything for him, even after he ended up being a shady asshole that gave me an STD and I almost had his baby. He was such a selfish person that he only cared about himself and his image. I was that girl he fucked in private and friends in public basically. I was so mistreated by him that I let him do that to me and mess up my future relationships with other guys, which it did. We continued to have an on and off thing for 5 more years.
By Renee .8 years ago in Humans
You: A Goodbye Story
Do you remember that day? That night? We sat at the foot of my bed, each on our own sides. You cried, "I love you. You're my best friend," through your tears.
By Vanessa Marie8 years ago in Humans
London Calling
December 26, 2013. Today marks one year since my break-up. One year, 12 months, 52 weeks, 365 days of the utter bullshit that is a break-up.
By Karliah white8 years ago in Humans
Guarded: The Story that Messed Me Up for Years
It all started over a year ago when my boyfriend, Peter, broke up with me. This was a very, very hard time for me. He and I remained friends, which wasn't a bad thing. During this break up… LITERALLY a few days after, if that, another guy messaged me, Collin. I already knew this guy because he was Peter’s friend from church. I had met him in the past and we DID NOT get along… at all. He was a jerk. He was horrible and even just thinking about it makes me almost cry. He would do and say things to me that would make me break down. It got to the point where my family saw how much it was hurting me, and I was not allowed to be in the same room or even building as him. He was AWFUL. However, looking back on it, after every tease or remark, he would look at me like he knew something. Anyways, back to the story.
By Lauren Rolf8 years ago in Humans
iCheat
I could sit here and write you an article similar to How to Lose a Guy in Ten Days but I'm not I’m going to tell you about the time I found out my boyfriend had a new girlfriend through Facebook. Meeting him felt like a movie, the slow-motion walk and the firework-like connection. That's the feeling you get when you meet someone who is going to change your life, he was life changing, just maybe not in the way I expected. I don’t think I could ever hate him, I hate that he wasn’t sorry, I hate that I’ll never truly forget him and I hate that I'll never hate him. There are five stages of grief, the first is denial and isolation, the second is anger. The third stage is bargaining, the fourth stage is depression, and the fifth and final stage is acceptance. Personally, I think eating a shitload of chocolate and Chinese food can replace most of those stages.
By Tara Harrison8 years ago in Humans
How to Fix a Broken Heart
We’ve all been there, or at least one day we will be. A heartbreak can be spotted anywhere. From middle school to national television, heartbreaks are everywhere. The problem is that sometimes we have a hard time figuring out how to mend our broken hearts. It’s common for humans to think that we will never love again or after the break up, we don’t want to love again. But in all honesty, it takes time. To get over a heartbreak, you must accept the pain, distract yourself, and find hope for the future.
By Jessica Henry8 years ago in Humans
Why You Lost Me
There are many reasons why a person gives up on another person. Maybe it’s just not worth fighting for anymore. Maybe it’s a toxic relationship. Relationships are friendships, lovers, family members, etc. Whatever it may be, there are two sides to every story. Both sides will think that they are right, even though they’re both wrong and right all at once. Recently I’ve come to terms with the fact that I’m not a good friend to people who treat me poorly. I’m not saying people have always treated me poorly, because at one point I was obviously their friend for a reason. Maybe the time has changed.
By Samantha Londo8 years ago in Humans