Being Hurt In A Relationship Quotes Novels & Stories

I am hurt. Why?. Was it because… “He is just using you,” “He will never love you or tolerate your body…you are too big for him. Only me could do that,” ‘I will never hurt you,’ those words kept ringing in my head. But he didn't. We are never in a real relationship. My phone rang, Damien. “Hey sweet,”

I heard the hurt I had caused by speaking in anger. And then… A sharp tone rang through my head. System alert. White text slid across my vision with cruel finality. “Relationship: Shattered.”

It had been too long since she was addressed with affection. She focuses instead on his question. ‘I am just nervous, you are not exactly small, and the last time someone did this to me it um… it hurt.’ She tried to spare his feelings, not wanting to ruin the moment. ‘I will not shove myself into you like those animals did. You are no whore, you are my mate, a treasure and should be treated as such. I will prepare you; I will take care of you.

“It’s fine if you don’t want shrimp, El! Why go as far as pushing me?” I never imagined that she could lie so brazenly. Benedict’s face burned with rage. He stood protectively in front of Melissa. “El, that’s going too far! Mel only meant well. How could you hurt her like this?” The thick, scalding soup seeped through the gauze right into my open wound. Pus started oozing from the gash. The searing pain made me break out in a cold sweat, and I could only speak slowly.

When we pulled apart, she sighed against my chest. “I want this,” she whispered. “But what if it just falls apart? What if I lose myself trying to make this work?” “You won’t,” I said. “I won’t let you.” “You say that now, but relationships have crashed and burned time and time again. What if I end up hating you? It could happen. It isn’t impossible.”

“I don’t know how to make it right.” She knelt down to meet my gaze, her eyes boring into mine as she slowly rolled up her sleeve, revealing a scar on her arm. It was a reminder of one of the darkest moments between us, when I had lashed out in anger and hurt her with a belt. The sight of that scar twisted my insides with guilt and rage—rage at myself. “What would you do if someone you trusted hurt you like that?” she asked quietly. “What would you do if your partner raised a hand against you?” The way she spoke was not accusing, but there was pain laced in every word.

Until I let all of those words in my head go, and speak from my heart. "I get that you're scared. Scared to be in a relationship and lose me and yourself. You think that you're going to get hurt again, so you don't try. And even when you do, you imagine yourself getting hurt and end up actually being hurt. No matter what you do, you can't stop fate from taking its toll and making feel that pain again. But, you can't wait. You can't just not try because you fear the pain willing to come. I'm not saying that I won't end up hurting you, because neither of us can tell the future but, later in life, you'll regret the chances you didn't take. I will always be here for you, Blake. But if you can't

, She seethed. "What are you accusing me for, it's not my fault you were late, I only pitched the file I found on your desk. It's not my fault you're so obsessed with me you can't focus", Raj retaliated. Yes, he was that type of man, at least now. Because as long as Lylah could remember, he'd never argue with a woman. Or was that too an act? But she wasn't hurt by the banter, his words pierced her soul. He had already said some hurtful stuff but he topped it every time.

I fell to my knees in front of my mate, holding her hand to mine and kissing the back of it. “I’m so sorry baby.” I whisper to her, quite sure she can hear me. I know this is not normal, not just her losing consciousness because I lost control and took her too hard. However gone I am, there is this awareness in the back of my mind that wouldn’t let me hurt her. Hurting your mate physically hurts you too. This is a protection to them, all parties involved I guess. “I’m so sorry.” Still, it doesn’t mean that I could have stopped it if I wanted.

“I promise I will always let you know. I just… I didn’t want to leave him alone with those memories.” I brushed her cheek gently. “Being in a relationship is not easy,” I said. “Your father and I went through storms you cannot even imagine. We struggled. We hurt each other. We healed each other. That’s how love grows.” Her eyes softened. She was really listening. “There will be days you want to run away, days when the bond feels too heavy, days when you feel afraid. But if his hand is the one that reaches for yours even then… hold it.”