Break Up With Him Quotes Novels & Stories

Nathaniel said, “If you don't break up with him, I will do something to break you up. It's up to you to choose.” These words were testing her patience. Anger burned inside her and came out as water in her eyes, and she screamed at him, “He loves me! If I break up with him, he will not let me go! I love him, and I won't let him go! Your ideas of fueling venom into our lives are miserable!”

I came back from picking up takeout to find the fingerprint lock on our front door wouldn't recognize me. The passcode had been changed too. I was about to call my boyfriend Lawrence when I remembered he'd just broken up with me. I looked down at myself, wearing nothing but loungewear and slippers, a coffee stain splashed across my shirt. After a moment's thought, I caved again and sent Lawrence an apology. But the red exclamation mark beside it told me he'd already blocked me. This was the ninth time he'd broken up with me, and the ninth time he'd blocked me. I wanted to knock, but my hand rose only to hang in the air for a few seconds before dropping limply to my side. That closed door mig

“If someone can lie to you then anything is possible” “Have you lied to me before?” I asked staring at him, “I've never told a lie in my life” “Ohhh….” I mouthed, “What of you, have you lied to me before?” “Of course not” He smiled and finished the whole tea “Our deal when is it starting?” “Huh? You haven't even gone through your breakup stage?” “That's why it's called breakup, it's over I don't cry over people I move on to the next”

Those were the words she mentioned as she did that. I shook my head at her craziness, "Childish," and muttered that. She wasn't helping me to get rid of this rueful mood. I missed my baby! “You only miss your lover when you let him go”, was the quote that jerked into my senses. I felt guilty, but I tried to brush off any form of guilt. It wasn't like it was my fault that we had to break up. It was his mom and Kathleen's fault. Or wait, should I text him instead? He wouldn't ignore that, right? Even if he would, I should at least try.

he replied, his tone gentler now. I bit the inside of my cheek and exhaled sharply through my nose. “But what if he still loves me? Then I ruin our chances of getting back together by breaking up? What if I’m misunderstanding him?” My voice shook. “There’s no chance! The only reason he hasn’t broken up with you is because you fucking hand him money like he’s your little charity project. And the way he talks down to you on the field? You shouldn’t even tolerate that shit. Break up before he does and makes you look more stupid.”

“Because I knew you would react like that.” “You are very wrong about me, as usual. I would like to tell you that you can go with him without any problem but I will not tell you because it turns out that your prince charming is also your executioner.” It took me a moment to understand what he said. “Are you breaking up with me? I asked in amazement.” “The real question here is if you want to break up with me.” “I don't have to want it, if you want to get rid of me, you just have to say it.”

I frowned, looking up at him and shaking my head in disbelief, my eyebrows furrowing together angrily, "No, you can. Now, tell me what do you want?" "A breakup..." Luke spoke, his deep voice raspy from drinking, and my anger was instantly provoked by his words, my eyes turning into slits. "A?! What the heck, Luke?! This isn't a joke! You are seriously leaving me for her! What about us? What about all these memories that we've shared?! Don't you realize how important you have become to me!" I exclaimed loudly. "You don't understand. I can't be with you anymore! I am sorr

"Oh, that man? I was with him to make you jealous, but you never looked my way, so I broke up with him." "You broke up?" "Yes"

My eyes seemed to be magnetically drawn to his face, unable to look away. Once I managed to recover, I tilted my head multiple times to express my response to what he had said. "I do not approve of that," I stated, using a tone that indicated my decision was final. "We will break up, Vera," he said softly, but I laughed sarcastically. "You're kidding! Why are you breaking up with me? What have I done?" my frustration evident in my words. --

I replied, taking a sip of my wine to appear casual. "I... you and I have been together a long time... and..." Here it comes... "And... I'm just not happy anymore. Jay... I think we should break up," he finished. And there it was. Just like the wine glass that I let slip through my fingers, my heart was completely shattered.