Novel & Cerita Abusive Relationship Stories

The feelings I locked away, like an overstuffed drawer I had no strength to open, started creeping out again. Emotions are stupid, and cruel. Because no matter how much someone you love hurts you, if they were ever kind to you, it only takes the smallest crack for all those buried feelings to come rushing back. The moment they show even the faintest hint of tenderness, your brain starts feeding you lies. Maybe they didn't mean it. Maybe it won't happen again. Maybe the good outweighs the bad. That's why so many people stay in abusive relationships. Because walking away isn't as easy as it sounds. But I was tired. Tired of the circles. Of being hurt, then healed just enough to be hurt again.

, I was literally in tears right now. "Do you know the craziest thing about all of this? you're still going to go back to Alex, you're going to cut me off and go back to him, because you're an obsessed simp. Probably you're unloved at home and of course nobody is ever gonna love you so you throw yourself on them. You met Alex and a month later you're already talking about marriage, you forced the guy into proposing, you think he wanted you? oh baby girl you're just delusional. You are being abused in a relationship and you still stayed after he almost killed you like a million times, you're a joke, a big fat joke ".

Still, one program caught my attention. It was a documentary about narcissistic abuse, women telling their stories, their voices trembling, some crying, some smiling as if relief could finally breathe through them. One woman spoke about her husband isolating her, convincing her that no one else would love her, that she owed him everything because he “saved” her. I stared at the screen until my eyes burned. That story...it was mine.

And if I try to decline even slightly, he gets violent and beats me up. This is an emotionally, physically and sexually abusive relationship that I don't know how to get myself out of. The universe is punishing me for what I did to CJ... We just had that rough painful sex and he's putting his pants back on when the doorbell rings. He leaves me in the bedroom and goes ahead to get the door. I hear Oscar's voice from the living room. They are arguing about something some few minutes later. The roar of gunshots. My heart slams against my chest.

I wonder how long she waited before telling them about me. "She helped me get out of my abusive relationship. She'd been through it before, and she knew how to help. She told me the right words to keep me from returning. I've lived outside that man's cage for 5 years all thanks to this woman." The woman gestured to mom. I think her name was Penny. "I can't express how much I needed her at that moment. It hurt me to see her hurting over her daughter." Her eyes landed on me.

She was trying not to be rude. "Sir. I was in an abusive relationship with my boyfriend and I ran away from him when I got the chance. I swear it. I speak the truth" she said as she jaht resounded her previous statement. The old man stood still as he looked at her for a minute then asked her again, "I thought you said it was your husband before. You just said your boyfriend now. Young lady. I do not think you're a good liar. What is really the problem?"

His gaze fell upon her fingers intertwined with his, a testament to her unwavering support. Yohan couldn't help but reflect on his actions from the previous night, a tumultuous mix of alcohol, drugs, and the relentless grasp of his bipolar disorder. He had made a promise to himself to no longer inflict pain upon her, yet he found himself unable to keep that promise once again. This time, it wasn't his arrogance, but his profound sense of helplessness that had hurt her.

Not again. When I discussed topics like this, people often wondered what broken part could a perfect rich girl —like the one they've painted me to be had. What no one knew was, I had parts that were broken from stones that weren't thrown at me. The stone that was thrown at Aunt Monic was one. I was only 8 when I had my first phobia. I could never truly move on from the images and words of how her husband abused her. It was so bad. I started to have every phobia that could come out of a toxic relationship.

Soon. She didn't know whether she was sad or disgusted or disappointed. No wonder he was angry. His cheating ass was going to be exposed. Why was she surprised? Rich hot CEOs were always cheating pieces of shit with trophy wives for the gram. 'Father, It was a secret relationship. I didn't want it everywhere that I was dating seriously again. Sincerely, the abuse story is false. You know I already have that reputation. The media just wants a story that sells. I promise.