Abandonment Issue Quotes Novels & Stories

I paused halfway as I thought about the best way to present my story, "Used and abandoned? How do you mean?" He asked his voice echoing in my thoughts, I could feel the confusion in his voice, as he tried to make sense of my words. I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts before continuing. "I mean someone who was used and tossed aside by the person they trusted and cared about most," I said, feeling the sting of pain as I spoke the words. "That's terrible," he replied, his tone heavy with sympathy. "I can't imagine how that must feel. Do you want to tell me more?"

Minutes later, she walked in and gave me a reassuring pat on the arm before standing beside Rose. “Okay,” I began, inhaling deeply. “Not everyone is here, but it doesn’t matter. The quote I said in the square earlier—it was from Lyra. My mother.” I didn’t wait for the inevitable reactions. “That quote… I believe it’s our way out of here.” Robin’s eyes sharpened immediately. Zane frowned from the bed. “How can a quote get us out of here?” “That’s why I needed to speak with Robin,” I explained. My voice steadied as I repeated the words. “She said, a path becomes one only when it’s walked… and one that can become abandoned is left.”

A day without it would make me feel like something was missing. I couldn't understand how I had once loved him so much that I gave up what I loved the most for him. No wonder I had been treated that way. Mr. Holland once said something very wise, "The moment you abandon yourself, you put yourself in a position where others can abandon you at any time. If you don't love yourself, how can you expect anyone else to love you?" Just as I blew on the hot stew, there was an urgent knocking at the door.

I replied. He stood abruptly. “This is going nowhere.” “It already went somewhere,” I said. “You just didn’t notice.” I stood too. “I didn’t come here to negotiate my life.” “Then why come?” “Because I wanted you to hear this directly,” I said. “You don’t own me. You don’t own my past. And you don’t get access just because you finally care.” He swallowed. “I didn’t abandon…” “You did,” I said. “And abandonment has consequences.”

“Mom, can we talk about this later at home? I’ll give you money, you go back first. I still have to go to work.” With a sour face, Lillian searched and took every bit of cash in Tiffany’s wallet. “I know you hate me and think I’m holding you back. But you can’t get rid of me. As long as I’m still alive, you have to support me! I’ll let you off the hook this time. If you dare abandon me like this again, I’ll come make trouble at your office and ask your colleagues if it is right for you to abandon your biological mother!”

As if all my words were meaningless noise. "Your mother is the perfect example." My fists clenched at my sides. “Just look at her life. Abandoned first by her husband, then by her son. And in the end? She died a meaningless, painful death. She died the way she had come to this world: alone. Her entire life was like a bad joke, wasted and thrown away on men who never valued her.” I let out a low, cruel laugh. "That is your inheritance, Abigail. That is what is waiting for you.”

"Sweetheart, if Miriam and I were drowning, who would you save?" I heard him chuckle, and his response shattered the last piece of me. "Miriam will be abandoned, and you'll be saved. I love you, Nora, and I'm happier being with you than with her." My grip tightened around the paperboard until it collapsed, the hot coffee spilling over my hand. It burned, but the fire in my chest burned hotter. The only thing I feel right now is the sting of betrayal.

"How could they just quit? Just give up? Just abandon us?" "They were tired," I said. Defending people who gave up. Honoring their choice. Being honest about their pain. "They were broken. They couldn't keep fighting. Couldn't keep choosing. That's not betrayal. That's just being human. Being limited. Being exhausted beyond capacity to continue. We don't judge them. We don't condemn them. We just love them. And let them go." "But what if more people give up?" Maya asked. Practical concern. Real concern. Valid concern. "What if everyone decides it's too hard? Decides to stop fighting? What if we all give up?"

“My Zora, If you are reading this, then fate has brought you here. I've put in things and notes to help you understand who you are. Please don't look for me and I'm sorry I abandoned you. I was just scared of what you are. A mistake, I know, but I can't come back from it. I don't want to, that's why I did this to make you less angry at me. Did it work? Please be careful and don't be afraid. My love will always be with you. — Mother”

Not frighteningly pale, just pale in a sort of beautiful way. "Ever since you left for college three years ago, we only spoke through letters for the first semester. You wouldn't give me your address, you didn't call or text but liked the old fashion way. Then you stopped replying to my letters, I had no means of reaching you because I couldn't ask our parents. I thought you abandoned me." I said sadly. I did promise her I would stand up for myself no matter what, but after she stopped replying to me, I realised how worthless I was. If the only person that loved me could abandon me, what good am I?