Romans & histoires Leaving My Biased Family Behind

Though he said it was a thank you gift for making our family's business okay again. I smiled softly, staring at my Mom and sister. It seemed like we were finally a loving family but now I have to leave and I'm thinking of changing my mind. I really didn't want to move away anymore. But I have to, so I can put everything behind me and start a new life with my baby where no one can manipulate or judge me.

“You have to when it’s everything you have on stack. My family is with me, my parents, my siblings, they love me, and I don’t care about anything else. I am glad our family friends are on board with us that our dad or dada didn’t need to sacrifice their relationships for us, but… I am upset over the fact that our grandparents have not approved it, but they are old school and it is not easy to make them understand, so I left trying to please them. But that doesn’t mean that I don’t see Dad and Dada upset. They are their parents of course and they love him so much. But I have to look after my own family now.

“Is that why you left?” “That's part of it. They never let me forget I wasn't really one of them. Blood makes family, but it doesn't make love.” “No, it doesn't.” “I spent years trying to earn their approval, their acceptance, their respect. Finally I realized I was fighting for something that wasn't worth having.” “And now?” “Now I know the difference between family and people who share your DNA.” The city lights appeared in the distance, welcoming and warm after the cold perfection of the estate. Soon we would be home, in the space we had built together, surrounded by things we had chosen instead of inherited.

my mom said, not a hint of joking in her tone. “No matter what you do or say, I am leaving.” With that, I turned my back to them, and I could practically feel the rage radiating off their bodies. “If you choose to leave, then consider yourself not part of this family. You will not gain our support, may it be financially or emotionally. You will be nothing to us,” my mom spat, the words digging into my heart like a blade. I didn’t hesitate this time. “Then, so be it.”

Hatred instantly flooded my heart. I wanted nothing more than to drive this so-called family out at the moment. But simply forcing them out would not make them experience true suffering. “Well? Don’t just stand there silently! “Amelia, all these years raising you were a total waste!” My mother’s harsh words hit me. She had done this before, too. She moved in without ever considering my feelings. “Athena and Elio have nowhere else to go. It’s not such a big deal for you to let them stay awhile.”

In Black Wolf Pack, when a pup was born, the parents would place a moonstone on the Moon Goddess' Altar for safekeeping. Before the pup reached adulthood and underwent their first shift, the moonstone was crafted into a protective amulet to be worn at all times. This granted them the Moon Goddess' protection for the rest of their lives. Before my coming-of-age ceremony, my boyfriend, Steven Payton, personally made protective amulets for my twin sister, Wendy, and me. Wendy's protective amulet was an exquisite gold necklace set with two moonstones. It had a crescent mark engraved on it to symbolize the Moon Goddess' blessing. Mine was a plain gold wolf-bone pendant. I froze. "Steven, wh

When the university announced a nine-day break, my roommate started booking their tickets home on their phone while I was busy answering trivia questions on mine. This was my family rule. I had to answer questions to earn my allowance. There were ten questions, and every correct answer would get me $2. There were four levels for the trivia, which were Beginner Level, Intermediate Level, Advanced Level, and Expert Level. I did the trivia for seven years, from high school until my second year of university. One morning, my father, Norm Livingston, texted in the family group chat. [Whoever gets all ten questions correct, I'll pay for the ticket home during Thanksgiving.] I tried hard to

"No." "No?" I turned to him. "Ace, do you even know why I left? I'm not going back there." "What do you mean? Whitepeak Pack is your pack. It's your home, where else would you be? Do you want to be with those guys more than your family? They are not even important." I frowned. I felt offended. "Those guys were strangers at first but they are my family now and yes, they are important." "Riaz..." "I am not going back, Ace, and that is final!"

That someday we will never be happy and will regret leaving and fleeing" “You should have not listen to them or read their message, Cass. They are not our immediate family. Mom and Dad didn’t runway. They made the decision to leave the house, and it was great decision after all. They made the decision to leave the house, and it was great. Your cousins are envious of you because you are able to choose your dream, your path, and have more control over your life than they have. They were envious since their parents were unable to leave the house, whereas our parents were strong and courageous enough to do so and never bend to their expectations or reputation.” I said and stopped and looked at

Lucas and Caleb are talking in low voices on the other side of the room, but every now and then, I catch them glancing at me. It’s not like I haven’t been through worse. I’ve left behind people before. I’ve faced betrayal, loss, heartbreak. But this... this feels different. This feels like I’m walking away from a family I chose. A family that accepted me for who I am, flaws and all, without judgment. Jake catches my gaze, and for a moment, neither of us speaks. There’s so much unsaid between us, so much that I don’t know how to put it into words.