Romans & histoires Leaving My Biased Family Behind

“You turned your back on your family, on me, for eight years without so much as a word.” “I had good reasons to leave,” I shot back. He sighed, his tone softening. “I know.” His admission caught me off guard. I stared at him, searching his face for signs of what he truly meant. “I had to go, Dad. I didn’t feel safe anymore.” “I understand,” he admitted, to my surprise. “We are far from the perfect family, but we do not harm our own.” I clenched my fists, bitterness rising in my throat. “I’m not so sure of that.”

"Okay, so we had a mom and dad, unfortunately we're not from a normal family, out father was involved in Mafia -" "Oh please no, I can't do this... nope", I said standing up. They looked really confused. "I just left a very toxic Mafia family, I'm not moving into another one, nope", I said carrying my bag to leave. "Ivy, just sit down and listen to everything, then you make the decision, it'll get worse but just listen, please?", Lexy said. I sighed and nodded and sat down.

Carson dodged the cup and shook his head “Why do you all have to plot against big uncle and his family again and again?” “Didn’t they move away to stop us from killing each other?” Carson decided to speak his mind today; he turned his head to look straight at Grandpa Walter “Isn’t big uncle your son?” “Don’t you feel a heartache when you hurt his heart time and time again?” “Can’t you see what your bias has done to this family?” Carson rubbed his glagbella and spoke without looking at anyone “If you must disperse this family before you can be satisfied, I want no part in it.”

I screamed, overwhelmed by it all. “You lost your memories for a reason and the past is called the past for a reason, Riley!Remembering would break you,” Leah said with a note of finality. I wasn't deterred. I stared at her, letting her know my mind was still made up. “You should leave and don't bother coming for me. I'll go to the company on my own today.” I watched my only family push me away.

“Because the other person is the reason our family has been chaotic. Super super chaotic. Mom is crazy, dad is avoidant. And don't you dare pretend like you're happy. You have your own pain. “ Archie's resolve breaks a little. I can see the hurt in his eyes. He misses Angie. Even more than any of us. They were the closest duo. I loved my sister, everyone did, but Archer adored the little girl. "I'm leaving. Go do whatever you want with your life.“ I want to call him back. Ask we sit like mature people and talk about the death of our sister and how it's affected our family over the years. I don't. I let him go.

The gentle scrape beneath his words. “They are my family,” I said. He sighed, long and patient, the way a teacher might with a stubborn child. “I know they are. But they are also part of a life you left behind for a reason.” I turned my face toward the window and stared at the trees beyond the glass. Somewhere outside, a dog barked. Boots thudded across gravel. The world kept moving without asking permission. “I did not leave them,” I said. “I left this town.”

There was no way she would leave the family's fortunes to someone else. "I don't think that's going to happen, mother. Nana knows I'm her only heir." "Don't be too sure, boy. You have to –" "I'm sorry, Mom. I have to leave now, and you should join us," I said, turning to leave, bored and tired of the conversation. "Jared!" But I didn't look back, annoyed that she'd suggest a thing like that to me knowing how much effort I have been putting into winning my family back.

We played a game of 'Guess the Person' during my son's birthday party, and when my seven-year-old son, Micah Grant, picked a card, he said, "This person is very old, ugly, and has a bad temper." My husband, Emery Grant, gave this some thought and added, "This person is also possessive, and it's suffocating to be with this person." My mother-in-law nodded. "This person is unpresentable and always ruins the mood." I kept trying to guess who it could be. "Is it a villain from a television show? Or an annoying relative from someone's family?" Micah burst out laughing and shouted the answer, "Mom is so stupid! We were describing you!" Everyone laughed, and I was the first person eliminated f

I've had one fatal flaw my whole life. I can't find my way anywhere. Not just bad with directions. The second I leave somewhere familiar, I can't tell north from south. I could walk through an intersection, turn around, and be completely lost. My best friend Irene, my brother Victor, and my fiancé Alex decided this needed fixing. They called it "survival training." They'd swap out my driver at underground auctions. Disappear while I was checking cargo at the docks. Leave me stranded in places I'd never been, then tell me with straight faces it was all for my own good. I got used to it. But today, they went too far. I stepped into the restroom for a few minutes. When I came back, the private

My mother and I were getting the estate ready for Thanksgiving dinner when word came that my father and my fiancé, Adrian Marchetti, had died in an explosion at the docks. In an instant, our family feast became our last meal. A bodyguard burst into the house, covered in blood. "The Don and Mr. Marchetti were ambushed by the Ferraro family at the docks. The arms warehouse blew up... there's nothing left of them. They took Matteo Valenti alive!" My blood ran cold. Adrian had told me the Ferraro boss was ruthless. The last time he'd gone after a family, he'd had the men slaughtered and their organs sold, and every woman shipped off to an underground bar and forced into prostitution! The bodygua