Abandonment Issue Quotes Novels & Stories

"He's not weak and even if he was, I'd still accept his help. This is why he ran away in the first place, this is why he abandoned us!" "He should've abandoned us forev—" "You're right, I should've done just that, father... abandon you guys forever." **** ***

“Are you!? Because I’m not! I feel like everyone is hiding shit from me, and I know I’m the problem. I’ve been the reason for every issue we’ve had.” Cortina remained quiet, but I could feel her worry for me. She sat quietly in my mind, just trying to be a comfort with her presence and attention as I worked through this. With the magic, the stress of everything going on around us, the disappearance of Boyd and being treated like a fucking liability or an invalid for so long, I felt like I was at my breaking point. Why do I always feel abandoned? Like I'm about to be abandoned? Like I'm unlovable and destined to be alone and unhappy? Why can’t I get rid of this knot forming in my chest?

I lie, the words soft and low, slipping out with ease. I keep walking, and Jenna follows, her steps hesitant but persistent. “The thing is, Jenna… I may look tough and strong or whatever you girls want to call it, but I have abandonment issues,” I confess, watching her expression shift, pity flickering in her eyes. “My mom left me when I was young, and everyone else since then has been leaving me.” I say then pause, letting them the words hang in the air between us as I search her expression to know if my words are affecting her— They are.

If I screw up, I’m on my own. Fine, I’m returning to my past. I’ve options. Live on the streets in poverty. Jobs exist, but it takes time to find one. Or I believe the lawyer. A man paid by those who hate me. I’ve inherited the family business. I’m rich. Yeah, they’ll welcome me with open arms. Right? Sunshine and rainbows. After abandoning me behind a hospital the trash bin one night. Okay, I’ve abandonment issues.

“He used to call me every other day. Now I’m lucky if I get a ‘busy, call later.’ It’s like we’re strangers.” Jeff didn’t even look up. “You know how swamped I am right now, Lila.” “Swamped isn’t an excuse for abandoning people,” she snapped. There it was. I froze, wineglass halfway to my mouth. That word. Abandoning. Jeff’s expression didn’t change, but I felt the shift in him. Like a rubber band stretched too far. “I’m not having this conversation here,” he said, low and even. Lila scoffed. “Of course not. God forbid you face anything you don’t want to talk about.”

>PUBLIC SUPPORT SHIFTS TOWARD QUINN LEDGER People stood nearby under the shade, some with their umbrellas, watching the reports. And then someone recognized me. “That’s Jasper Finn.” Another voice answered immediately. “The husband?” Then came another. “He destroyed her.” The words sliced through me. My hands are trembling. For a second, I thought I would collapse. I pulled my phone and called Quinn. The line rang and rang, yet nothing. No answer. I called again, but nothing had changed. For the first time, I understood what abandonment truly felt like.

¶Aiyla PoV¶ " If You Can't Do Anything about it tHeN let it go. Don't Be a prisoner to things You can't change" - Tony Gaskins ********* Growing up without your mother by your side was certainly the hardest thing in life, but like the phrase says" if you can't do anything about it then let it go" this quote is true and right but it was so wrong for me. I could never let go of the fact that our mother abandoned us. It was really hard for me to accept the truth and move on..

"How did you feel?" "I felt... abandoned," I said, my voice breaking. "You felt like you had been left behind like you weren't good enough for her," the voice said. "You felt like you weren't worth loving." I nodded, unable to speak. The memories were too raw, too painful. "But you are worth loving," the voice continued. "And you are not alone. You have people who care about you, and who want to protect you. Do you believe that?" I hesitated, and then I nodded. "Yes," I said, my voice stronger now. "I do."

And she had spent too long building herself into something untouchable. “Love?” She whispered bitterly. “Do you even know what that word means? Do you know what it’s like to grow up without anyone to shield you, without a hand to hold, without a voice to tell you you’re enough, without a mother? Love doesn’t survive abandonment, mother. It rots.”

"Just as there is such a thing as starting, there is also such a thing as quitting." S "Can we get this off?" I asked, rubbing my temples. I grumbled. "I do not want to talk." "We can close it," Tuncay replied. "At least, if you say you'll think about it." Maybe I should have stayed in my mother's womb and never been born, I thought. I couldn't get used to people; I was unresponsive to luminous words. My place was not the world but a dark womb. "Maybe we should talk later, Tuncay," I evasively answered after a few seconds of silence.