Abusive Relationship Stories นิยาย & เรื่องราว

she laughed a little, the pain in her words was clear, “life is so unfair.” “I am so sorry that you had to go through such tragic times.” I whispered, my throat choking in the middle. The look on Gloria’s face was of pure anguish. This woman had spent over nineteen years getting abused by her fated mate. The man who should have loved her unconditionally. Her wolf must have been in agony, having the mate bond that made her stay in love with her abuser. It must have been horrifying. Tragic. Gloria stood up from her seat, giving me her hand to help me stand up. I took it gratefully, and stood up on my feet. We started to walk back as she looked at me and smiled softly,

I thought I was lost at sea, but I was really just baited in your fishbowl. The poem Fishbowl by Brianna E. Cornman played through her mind as she recalled her relationship with Zac. She was in a toxic relationship without realising she was in one. Zac wasn't physically abusive but verbally abusive sometimes—in fact, most times. She hoped she would be able to change him or he would be able to change himself, but he never did. She deserved better than what she was getting from Zac. She wished to have a relationship like that of her parents. It was so beautiful.

"Vivienne, about yesterday…I'm sorry. I overstepped and let my emotions get the better of me and ended up hurting you in the process." Vivienne, still wiping away tears of mirth, shook her head. "No, you didn’t do anything wrong, Marcus. I shouldn't have lashed out at you like that since you were only trying to help. It's just...it gets so frustrating, you know? Everyone always acts as if people in abusive relationships can just up and escape at any time, and if they don’t then it’s their fault for choosing to stay. They talk as though you’re stupid or weak or a masochist, or maybe you deserve what happens to you.”

I am well aware that this is in every way incorrect. In spite of the fact that we are not the same species, I was able to comprehend his thesis, which was that the relationship between mates is more potent than feelings experienced by humans and even stronger than the bonds shared by wolves. When one of the partners has no memory of the other, the relationship between them is no longer considered to be active.

I was horrible, maybe… I didn’t dare tell Mama or Dad how I felt, but she didn’t care if I died… Maybe I'm not a nice person… Especially as I grew up, I learned more, about her abusive mate who destroyed her mentally. I know not everyone can escape an abusive relationship, but I thought a mother’s love was greater than anything? She didn’t care if I lived or died. My parents were Elijah and Scarlett Westwood, and I would never be like her.

"Be honest, Janet. I'm not asking you to rob a bank. Did you enjoy it when you were punished and made to cum?" "Yes," she whispered, so quietly I could scarce hear her. "Doesn't that make me as sick as you are?" "Well, I don't think I'm sick, and I wouldn't even say you're like me quite yet. You witnessed something you'd never seen before. It aroused you and you wanted to see what it was like and you maybe didn't hate it as much as you think you should. Actually, I consider the fact you stayed in a verbally and emotionally abusive relationship with a man for over three years to be the sicker than a physical spanking and some sex with a person you like and trust. My personal opinion and maybe

They look good, nice and fluffy. “How are you feeling about last night?” he asks as he spoons some fruit onto his plate. “Any regrets?” “No, I don’t regret it. It was a lot for me. After everything that happened in my last relationship, I truly believed I would never let a man touch me again.” I answer honestly. “You keep referring to your last relationship and your ex, but you never tell me what happened? What did he do to you?” he asks softly. I look down at my plate, playing with my food. “I don’t want to talk about it. All you need to know is he was horrible, abusive and controlling.”

My eyes were fixed on the floor before me. "Damnit, Lisa. I thought you were smarter than this." Her words stung, but I understood why she was so upset. She spent most of her childhood seeing her mom be abused. Then her dad's new girlfriend, who she helped escape, was beaten by him as well. Liv doesn't understand why a woman would choose to be with someone that hurts them in this way. She would never allow herself to be in a relationship like that. She helped me out the last time I was in an abusive relationship and told me if I ever got back with him again that she wouldn't help.

Ivy was awestruck by his words, she anticipated his sympathy for her situation but never expected him to say such. "Ivy, I understand an abusive relationship more than you think. I've watched and even experienced it, Ivy it breaks you till there's nothing left of you. You're a lovely person and I relish the light in your eyes I met you three years ago for a few minutes and I could see the beauty in your eyes but now, it's looking dead." Daniel said, his voice filled with warmth and a secret hurt.

It was uncanny, as more and more details of that night unraveled, I found it harder and harder to believe the mysterious woman, Kayla freaking Storm was going to come out of the woodwork and explain everything. “Goddammit,” I growled, slamming the keys into the ignition and revving the engine ominously before I slowly started around the area. I cast my mind back, careful to keep my eyes on the road, well away from the back of my head as I tried to remember what it was like with the woman around. She had told me her life story, at the party, after I had confronted her. A woman just looking to escape an abusive relationship and start afresh without any ties to her past. I’d envied her then bef