Misunderstood Feelings Novels & Stories

Instead he hugged my waist possessively as if claiming that I belonged to me. This is wrong! Everything is wrong! "Our son huh? So?" Gerald was at a loss for words. My heart hurts so much, I just cry. "Gerald .... none of that is true. You misunderstood." I just cried and bit my lip, wanted to explain, Gerald has seen everything clearly, he must not want to hear my explanation. In fact, the original is not what he saw. God, my position is awry. "Misunderstandings! I don't know how many times I misunderstood? You keep repeating the same mistakes!" said Gerald emotionally. Yes I know, he was angry and disappointed with me.

He yelled at me. "I didn't mean that," I said in a low tone looking down. "Do you know the golden 24-hour principle? If some misunderstandings are not resolved in time, they will lead to great ones. So we should clear the misunderstanding between us." I said, determined to confess my feelings to him. "Go on, I'm listening."

The heartbreak of realizing certain conversations were never designed to create clarity. Only control. I exhaled slowly. And suddenly. I saw it clearly. The network had confused communication with emotional negotiation for dignity. My chest tightened. “They believed if they explained themselves perfectly enough, people would finally treat them fairly.” “Yes.” That truth settled heavily inside me. Because emotionally sensitive people often assume misunderstanding is accidental. So they try harder. Speak softer. Clarify more carefully. Over-explain endlessly. But eventually. another truth quietly emerges: people committed to misunderstanding you often benefit emotionally from keeping you misun

My wolf said. “You mean I wasn’t polite?” I asked. “Yes, you weren’t polite. You felt like he should understand what you feel even without words. That is where we all make mistakes. We take the closest ones for granted and it’s really hurting because they eventually get hurt and we don’t know about it. We still blame them for overreacting. You know how crazy it can be right? Imagine he had done that to you. Would you have felt good? The fact that he ignored you for a while, you are already feeling so hurt. This is why you need to understand that your emotions sometimes may not be compared to theirs.” My wolf said.

Yet, he still felt a million miles away. Even though they had been in intimate contact countless times that day, he still did not feel like he could hold on to her. His throat rolled up and down, and it took him a long time before he said, “What do you have to say about that day?” She knew it might irritate him, but she had to make herself clear. “You might have misunderstood something. Let’s just say it was all in the heat of the moment. We’re grown adults anyway.” He clenched his fist at once and looked at her with obscure and inexplicable eyes. “I don’t understand.”

If he had sounded nicer, she wouldn’t have been this upset. “Do we always have to misunderstand each other? To be honest, it's draining. Most times you fail to understand, and I fail to understand you too; then we just get into a misunderstanding.” Andra explained how she’s tired of them having a misunderstanding almost all the time. Ryder was calm because she wasn’t telling a lie. “I understand what you’re saying, and I clearly know my fault. I will try and be better,” Ryder said to her, assuring that there will be less or no misunderstanding between both of them for a long time.

"I finally got it, but I was not calling you Bakla because I don't appreciate your efforts." "Then why?" I looked away because it suddenly got awkward. "Please tell me," he pleaded, but even though he wouldn't, I would still do it. I was only gathering more strength to tell him the reason. "I was my way to decrease the discomfort when you were around me." He suddenly chuckled. He embarrassed me, but that instantly faded when I heard him say, "That was cute then. I feel sorry for myself for misinterpreting it." "Not even new. I'm used to being misunderstood anyway." I uttered, sulking but that was a fact.

That I prefer having a serious expression because it making me more confused. "Oh please! Are you stupid? We've only known each other for a few weeks, and you'll say you like me? Are you kidding me? You've blundered my brain since I met you and I can't understand these feelings anymore. Sometimes, you are making me feel delighted, furious, annoyed, remorse... What I feel every time I know you're just there nearby," I told him at a fast range of motion. I feel like I joined a triathlon because I was gasping for breath.

To his dismay, she thought that he was intentionally fishing for a reward and that he was doing it for money. Three million dollars, and she was seriously about to hand it over. Sean let out a deep sigh and felt a sense of helpless defeat. It was so hard to change the way Macie saw him. She always seemed to have a bias against him. It was so easy for her to misunderstand him. Maybe it was her fault. Or maybe it was his. Maybe he had failed so miserably at understanding people that even a small gesture could be misinterpreted. Sean sat there, deep in thought. He realized that almost no one had ever misunderstood him, except for Macie. It had happened several times already.

“Look, if he didn’t care, he wouldn’t have been hurt by your rejection, and if you didn't care, you wouldn’t have stopped him last night for the right reasons.” I swallowed. “So stop thinking you’re the problem,” she finished. I stared ahead, then nodded slowly. “But will this ever stop?" I asked in a weak voice. "The arguments, the misunderstandings… all of it.” “It will,” she answered. “You’re just two people trying to understand eachother." “It doesn’t feel like that,” I admitted. “It feels like we’re constantly….colliding.” “That’s because you are,” she said with a shrug. “You’re both strong. You both feel deeply and neither of you really knows how to meet in the middle yet.”