Friendship Breakups Exist, and Sometimes They Hurt Worse

By Nicole Mitchell
Photos by Justina Kellner

“I’m going to break up with my best friend after this.”

That’s what I said during my first appointment with a new therapist after she asked me what I was going to be doing after our appointment.

As a military brat, I grew up with friends in all places, so the inevitable ending and beginning of friendships was nothing new for me. But this friendship was like no other. We spent most of our time together throughout our last years of high school: time at school, sleepovers, hanging out at coffee shops, and even holidays were spent exclusively together. 

Then there came a time when we just weren’t clicking anymore. That friendship we had in high school was changing. Gradually, our relationship felt one-sided and different. We hardly ever talked, and when we did it felt as if I had to control the conversation completely. I had lost my best friend, but we were still pretending that we were okay.

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I Asked My Exes for Dating Advice

By Kelcie McKenney

Dating in your 20’s. It’s a comment that is often followed with a sigh and a smile, both riddled with fond memories and lessons learned—or so I’ve gathered. At 24, I’ve spent many long evenings talking first dates and heartbreaks and love and lust with friends, and I’ve spent even more mulling over them by myself. They did what? He said that? God, I’m so in love. How could he? I can’t tell them. You will learn to love again.

Photo by Travis Young

Relationships teach us more about ourselves than most things I’ve experienced in my short life, and while I’ve learned plenty through my experiences, I wanted to learn more. I’m currently single, still wading through the dating game, trying to find something meaningful that clicks. So I thought: What the hell? What if I asked my exes to reflect on our time together? What if I asked them for dating advice? Continue reading

I’m Trying To Remember

By Kelcie McKenney

Photo by Felipe Luiz

I’m trying to remember all of the bad things

So my heart stops hurting so damn much

The absence of you left this big gaping hole

A hole that keeps sucking, sucking, sucking parts of me away

Like I’ve misplaced too much of myself and I don’t know how to find it

Like parts of me are lost forever

Will that hole in my chest ever heal?

Or will my heart beat one beat off until the day I die?

Losing you was worse than I thought

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The Parking Lot

By Kim Otteson

“So… I was wondering if you’d thought anymore about our conversation from before.”

Lauren’s heart skipped a beat. So this was the moment. Silently, she pulled the car into a parking space and braked.

“Not really since we last talked about it,” she lied.

Photo by Samuel Foster

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