I Feel Trapped In My Relationship But I Love Him Novels & Stories

That message would do nothing to help her—it would only drag her deeper into a pit of hell, robbing her of even the smallest freedom, like going out to work. “Baby, please… trust me,” Damian pleaded, his eyes darting briefly toward the phone on the table. “Trust you?” Livia let out a sharp, sarcastic laugh. “How am I supposed to trust you when all this time you haven’t even loved me half as much as I love you?” ‘Why are you suddenly putting a percentage on our love? And how do you even know yours is bigger? How did you come to that conclusion?’ Livia tried to shove him off her, but ended up falling back against the couch. Damian pinned her hands again.

Would I be able to escape this hell of mine? I tried to get up. To turn my attention to others to forget. But everything has no effect. It's just a short-term solution and after the day I'll be back to the point of collapse and no fight. I thought I would be able to cover up entering a relationship but I only gave myself more trouble. I know that simply getting into a new relationship won't erase the traces he left behind. I'm only fooling myself, what I believe to be a lie will never be true. "I know you love me. And I love you too much. I was exhausted, Waldo, to the point that I was no longer able to take care of myself."

There was definitely no difference between the scoundrel who took my Drake, and me. "Why now? I wanna speak with you." He mentioned. I averted from our stare, and gazed at his shirtless body. I just couldn't bear the pain of how I fell in love with someone so terrible. Why was I never lucky in dealing with love? "I don't know. I think I'm doing something wrong." I stated wearily. He raised my jaw, to face him again. "How?" He asked. "Stop pretending please." I sniffed. "You are in a relationship with Emily, and I know it." I clarified.

Now I can't even open my mouth. No one is gonna believe me if he shows that video. I rubbed my forehead in frustration what does he want from me? Why he's so obsessed with me? He claims to love me but the things he had done to me fucking shows otherwise. Why he's trapping me in all the sides? Why can't he understand that I don't love him and don't want him? Why can't he leave me alone? Why he's making everything hard for me? Haven't he done enough?

But it feels like love to me. The minute I got to the gym, I took off my shirt and started punching the bags, like my life depended on it. Maybe it did! But that didn’t help with getting my mind off her, and that made it worse. The constant urge of making her happy showed me that I fell into a trap, and I like being in this trap. I was comfortable being in this trap, as long as I would be trapped with Lila.

I swallowed, squeezing my eyes shut. I know that this what I should do. This relationship is not going anywhere. I feel like this situation is strangling me to death. It feels so wrong, like I was just forcing myself to be in this place. It's slowly killing me inside. I felt myself slowly withdrawing. And I couldn’t figure out why was this happening. I couldn't see myself with him. Everything faded. My trust, my love, everything! Maybe there was still love for him left in my heart but it's not enough. I know it's not enough.

She begs with tears in her eyes. “No, I don’t. He chose him and the team over me. What else is left to explain?” I say as I walk toward the garage, not looking back. I don’t even bother with my helmet, gloves or jacket. I just jump on my Pink Lady and peel out of the garage. I pass pack members, and the gate opens as I approach. I race away from my pack, heading to my thinking cliff. I can’t even enjoy the ride, nor do I feel free this time. I feel trapped and restrained by fate, my bond and my love for the idiot male who has quickly become my world. I never expected love to feel so painful. But it does. It hurts beyond compare.

I should really stay away from him for good. I know that this may sound crazy but the thrill is gone. I like the fact that he was married and we were sneaking around. I like that we don’t really have a normal relationship. It’s just now that I realized that I might not even really love him. I was just telling what everyone wanted to hear. The truth is I was using him as much as he was using me. The thrill of being caught clouded my emotions and it led me to believe that I have feelings for him. I needed him but now I know that I no longer need him. It’s over. Is it really over? I’m so stupid.

I said while looking outside the glass. "Don't you trust me?" I heard him ask, his voice was sad. "I trusted you that you loved me but I can not trust you in some things, so I don't want this relationship that I become a mysterious partner," I said, thinking of our relationship that honestly isn't served, it will be hard for him. He might suffer from loving someone like me who has secrets.

I'm back in that apartment, back in that nightmare relationship where love became a weapon used against me. "I loved him too much to let go," I whisper against Tristan's chest. "Even when he started getting physical, even when the verbal abuse became constant, I couldn't leave. He'd convinced me that no one else would ever want me, that I was too broken, too difficult to love. And the mate bond made it impossible. Every instinct I had screamed at me to stay, to submit, to try harder to please him." Tristan's whole body goes rigid against mine, and I can practically feel the rage radiating off him. But he doesn't interrupt, doesn't demand details I'm not ready to give. He just holds me tighte